Elsewhere, happy music plays as the Chapera yacht docks in a cove. The tribe gets off the boat and walks off into the green of the island, and there, they find their table of desserts. Now, I will grant you that I have a very minimal sweet tooth to begin with -- I'm much more of a salt/spice person -- but this spread totally underwhelmed me. It looks like one of those tables where you see a lot of fussy little tart-looking things with jellied strawberries that look like they're forty years old topped off with a swirl of Reddi-Whip. This looks to me like the dessert table at a badly-catered corporate dinner, I guess. Actually, I was enjoying an evening with my friend The Professor on one occasion I can remember, and after he made dinner, he served me chocolate chip cookies with a dish of chocolate chip ice cream. And I remember that we had a conversation in which we agreed that it was preposterous that people would go to the trouble of making foot-tall, complicated, time-consuming, aerated, meticulously arranged desserts when they could just eat cookies and ice cream. So what I would have been looking for from the Heavenly Dessert Table would have been a plate of cookies and a barrel of Breyers vanilla. Nothing they can lay out is going to make me any happier than that. So for the most part, I think the dessert table is a rip-off, but they seem happy. "I've never packed so much food in my mouth in a short time," Jenna says. "It was disgusting, but so good." Hee. A little funny again, I thought.

Ignoring one of the first things their mothers taught them, assuming their mothers are all old wives, they all decide to go swimming right after they eat. The little cove has a waterfall and genuinely gorgeous green water. Amber marvels in an interview at how perfect it is. One by one, they dive off a short cliff into the water, as the music becomes more rapturous. We watch Chapera play and frolic and swim in the cove. Kathy interviews: "The Chapera crowd...you know what they've got that we don't have? Is they're having fun. They're enjoying the game. And I knew it was lacking with my Mogo Mogo tribe. I wasn't having fun, it's just been work-work-work, and yet Chapera's having a great time. I mean, they're dancing, they've got silly little songs." She talks about how this day away from camp got her thinking about "other options." She smugly says that there's no way she's going to tell her tribe that she fit in with Chapera so well. Wait, you mean she's going to pretend that she had a terrible time on the yacht? Wow, I'm sure they'll never catch on to that tricky scheme or to the possibility that she would be covering up an alliance with Chapera. Nor is it possible that the fitting in part is the result of Chapera manipulating the crap out of her.