With Belarus and the swiss we hopped on down to Villa O´Higgins, 7km away. I scouted out the town and found very little of interest, so I booked into El Mosco, where the Swiss were setting up camp. Used the free, slow internet, dried some things, then Danny showed up. Don´t get me wrong, I like the guy, but that creep Danny, daft old boy, proceeded to dry out all of his kit on the lawn of El Mosco, used the facilities, jumped on the net, then told me he wasn't going to stay there at all anyway, he was jetting off that night. Owner of El Mosco overheard him, blasted him, and rightly so. Danny left and hung around Belarus at some other campground. I think he went fishing with Ben. That was the last time I saw Belarus and Dan. Meanwhile, I was fast making plans in El Mosco. Put on my chunky bike tyre for the rough road ahead. Had hotdogs for dinner and met a Canadian ocean surveyor.