Today I went down to the travel agent and picked up my bus ticket to Copacabana. I have the panoramic front of the bus seat upstairs apparently. I then sat in the sunny plaza looking over my Spanish but generally just "people watching". I then went to my fave, cheap Peruvian restaurant called "Don Pedrito"; I had soup..yeah with floating potatoes in it and aji de gallina (which is Peruvian chicken curry but a bit too much garlic). I never took my dad there as I didn't think he could handle the dishes. Anyway after that, I walked up to my Spanish school and had another lesson with Sofia which went well. I met some guys I spoke to earlier today in the shower queue (yes...there was a queue for the shower this morning) who asked if I fancied joinng them later out on the lash. Why not? I only have 3 days left in Peru, can you believe it?! I've found a great Bolivian school to study at in Cochabamba called Runawasi. Going to study there for 3 weeks maybe go to the jungle, salt flats and Potosi (where my travel mate Ben is at the moment) mines. Also can maybe do some volunteer work as that opportunity passed me by here (english teaching etc) I returned from my lesson and chilled out in my cold, dorm. The maids came in and started chatting to their beloved "gatito" (that's me!). We were chatting and the maid asked me when I was returning to Scotland? Before I could answer one of the guys from Seattle pipes up: "Wow are you from Scotland?" I nodded slowly and he then shrieks: "You're the first Scottish person I've met in my whole life!". It was a profound moment indeed. Anyway we started chatting, they were Gerry and Pete and they were tavelling round South America. Gerry told me (with a shocked expression) in Argentina someone had shouted at him for speaking English in a local bar in Buenos Aires. I tried to convey the annoyance that the locals may feel if you don't even make a pathetic attempt to speak Spanish, it's only manners. We had our Mexican meal which was great but the portions could have been bigger. We sat and chatted in the warm glow of the bar looking out on the shimmering lights of Cusco. The view may have inspired Gerry, we'll never truly know but he decided then that there is a market in Southern Chile for beef jerky and he is going to start his own company up there aptly named "Gerry's Beef Jerky". Pete went to bed and we played s***head with a Dutch girl called Joline (from Maastricht) and 2 German guys. Joline told me her friend Lotti is down with..wait for it...typhoid! So they've been in Cusco for a week while she recovers. She also told me she was robbed in Santiago and so had to remain there for 3 weeks while a new passport was sent from the Netherlands. Just before we headed to bed, Joline told me that 3 backpackers were killed in Bolivia in January and that I should be careful...yeah I got that horrible "it could be me" Crimewatch feeling ; "so remember everyone look after yourselves and please don't have nightmares" We sat playing cards and drinking Cusqueña until 1am and then called it a night!