Possibly the worst part of travelling so far is packing up your bags, having a tidy up and trying to get everyones asses out the door so that we can make our next connection. This is now the 6th time in 10 days that we have done this so it is safe to say everyone is looking forward to bit of a longer stay somewhere. The last two days have been spent in Punte del Este and to be honest we are glad to get away from the place. With the exception of a nice beach, it has nothing to offer other than shops and many other opportunities to part with your cash and nothing else. If expensive handbags and plastic trinkits are your thing i am sure you would love it, if not then there loads of places out there that i would recommend above this place. Today we are going to stay with our first host family. We are nervous and both a bit stressed but we are also really keen to kick start the whole experience properly. It is going to be great to get a bit of structure back in our lives and the kids are really looking forward to having other children to play with. We are catching the 11am bus from Punte del Este to Chuy and will be getting off mid journey in a place called Rocha. After a few stops more and more people were getting on, including a couple of security officials. All the seats were taken and so the security officials decided to come and stand right behind my seat. My relaxing journey was starting to get a bit less comfrotable, however my nerves took a turn for the worse when i noticed both had guns in their holsters. Jessica was dozing in the seat across the isle so i took it upon myself to wake her up, pass her a note and make her aware of what was approx 10cm from her left shoulder. Showing at lot more bravery than me she even got a sly photo. From a blog writing point of view this is dynamite, nothing better for stopping a skim reader in their tracks than dropping in the word gun casually. The conductor was making his way up the bus he didnt ask them for tickets. It soon became clear that the most likely explanation is that they were either on their way to or from work and their presence was an irrevelance.  The bus was now full and by full i mean no seats or standing left. The rest of the journey passed off with the only real concern being, when will we know when it is our stop, will we even manage to squeeze off the bus. All was well and exactly on time at 12:40 we disembarked at the town square of Rocha. We let the kids have a quick play in the playpark while we got our bearings and figure out exactly where we were going to ask a taxi to take us. The driver seemed to know where to go and within twenty minutes we were turning off the mainroad onto a gravel track. As the taxi bounced about and we headed further into the countryside the scene was set. When the taxi pulled up at the gates for Lauburu, we got out, put our backpacks on and headed off down the path. The trip was begining properly and we were all very nervous but more importantly excited. Lorne