At Pagong, Ramoaner heaves her muscles into rolling some twine. Jenna tells us that Ramoaner isn't pulling her weight, and Greg cryptically says, "The only thing Ramoaner can be is herself." Ramoaner brags to the group about being a "mama's girl," as if that's an excuse not to work. Greg continues: "She has great gifts to be offered; maybe she will, maybe she won't." Hey Greg, Confucius is on the coconut phone; he says, "Stop talking like fortune cookie." Ramoaner lamely says, "I can't do any more than I can do. I'm not gonna, like, try and bust my ass to prove something." Because the show's not about that at all. Gervase is doing his confessional while floating out in an inner tube with a sunhat on. He says, "Every chance she got she was just making it worse," and I wonder when this was filmed, since he's talking about her in the past tense. He then says he tried to pull Ramoaner aside to correct the situation. We zoom in on their conversation and learn that the cliques are bothering her. Ramoaner looks pretty buff against a sunset; I bet her team members were psyched when they first saw her. Now the're just psyched out.
At Tagi Day Eleven, Richard's out in the ocean fixing up the Styrofoam. I'll give him this: He works hard. Or else he's just a camera hog. Over at Pagong, they're dragging brush. Pagong drags a lot of brush. Today Ramoaner feels more like part of the group, and she doesn't know why. Gervase says he wants to win because of "pillows. [He likes] the pillows." Ramoaner carries a log behind her back with one hand while Gretchen struggles to bear the entire weight of the log, plus the weight of Ramoaner's arm, as she holds up the other end. Reminds me of when I pretend to carry stuff with my boyfriend when we move, but really just let him do all the work.
Just Peachy is now hanging out of the side of a little plane with a shit-eating grin on his face. When Peachy comes on-screen, my dogs leave the room. Well, the smart dog leaves the room; the other one walks in two circles, then sits down, then gets up, then walks in two circles, then sits down again. This time Peachy says that the tribe whose distress signal is "most clearly visual" will win the challenge. Earlier, he said the "more creative" signal would get the booty. In my notes I have written, "Stupid asshole." I can't think of a better way to say it now. Kelly yells out, "Da plane! Da plane," when it circles over Tagi Beach, where they've written, "Tagi is Groggy" in the sand. They redeem themselves by donning yellow rain slickers and forming a circle on the beach that looks kind of like a flower. They then count time and raise their arms and legs, and it appears that they're synchronized swimming on dry land, another activity which I'm sure Rudy enjoyed. Actually, I thought this idea was relatively clever, and of course the editing job gives us no idea who to credit. Peachy reads Tagi's message aloud for Dirk and Susan's kin, watching on the farm and in the trailer park.