Unsurprisingly, Caryn isn't doing herself any favors in the group dynamic, as we learn when Katie gives an interview in which she says that Caryn can't shut her yap about the fact that the island they're on is horrible and sucks and they shouldn't have moved there, blah dee blah. What's awesome is that, then, a storm hits, and I guess Caryn would probably claim that it wouldn't be raining if they had stayed on their old island. Instead of this dumb island, which has weather. Katie goes on to say that the majority wanted to change camps, and that if it was the wrong decision, there's nothing to do but get over it. Which is true. Everyone hunkers down against the rain, using palm fronds as umbrellas, which works about as well as you would think. Overall, though, I'm really not sure what's supposed to be so much worse about this island than the other one, aside from the fact that they don't have a shelter yet -- which they can, after all, rectify. It's not like they left garment bags packed with diamonds and Cheez-Its back at the Palau Hilton.

The sun rises on Day 4, and we are at Ulong, where Jeff and Kim are snuggling in the smelly manner that so many of the young-n-sweaties seem to think is romantic. Stephenie wades into the water to cleanse herself in soapless futility as she voices over that she thinks Ulong did just the right thing in getting rid of Jolanda. She even thinks the tribe is in agreement on this point. Aw, unity! Nothing brings people together, after all, like the homey aroma of roasted scapegoat. Jeff and Kim stir, undoubtedly pondering whether it's too early in the relationship to reveal what their real morning breath is like, not yet aware that, at best, theirs will be a romance forged in filth for all eternity. James interviews that the tribe feels much less loaded down with bossiness now that it doesn't contain Jolanda. Which is...too bad, but true. "We're not going to follow a leader," he declares. And then there's an awesome cut to the entire team standing around on the beach, just about ready to start their day. And somebody says, "So what should we do?" And then they all stand there in a circle, looking at each other. It is silent. Ashlee looks at the sky, as if waiting for a shooting star, or a weather balloon, or a cyclone-flung cow. I get up and go make a phone call to send flowers to the editing team, and when I get back, everyone is still standing around. Finally, a male voice says, and I am quoting directly here, "Wake up first." Everyone agrees, which they communicate via the ancient tribal language of nodding. Good one! Okay, you're all awake, so you're done with that. Now what? The group appears to be stumped. Again! Already! This could be a long month for them. James emphasizes in his lying-in-a-tree-terview that because the team is made up of Americans (dammit), they're going to have a democracy, not a Jolandocracy. And they'll have a giant gap between rich and poor, and they'll consume much more than their share of natural resources. Take that, jungle! Nyah!