Dave And Margaretta's Encounter With Disaster. The car they had, which was supposed to take them to El-Jem, unexpectedly stops, and they are handed off to another driver. Furthermore, the new driver doesn't want to take American money, and Team Ensure doesn't have any dinar. From what I've heard, refusal to take American money is unusual enough that this entire situation has "scam" written all over it, especially when the cab drivers claim not to know the exchange rate (come on, now). You stop, you strand people who really need to go somewhere, and then you try to get them to ridiculously overpay you in order to get you to take the only kind of money they have. It's a bummer, too, because all the other people we've met along the way (the Estrogen Brigade, the Love Posse, all the other cab drivers, et cetera) have been so nice. Anyway, Dave and Margaretta try a nearby bank, but it claims to be closed.
Those on the train realize that a taxi would have been faster. Oops. Speaking of taxis, Kevin and Drew look out the window of theirs and realize that they're driving next to a truck full of camels. "That's the first live camel I've ever seen," Drew says. Hasn't Drew ever been to the zoo? For cryin' out loud, I'm not that worldly, and I've seen a lot of live camels. (Reread that sentence. Chances I'll ever have use for that sentence again? Zero.)
Dave and Margaretta desperately try to resolve their currency problem. Eventually, a nice guy wanders by and does some combination of changing some money for them and just handing them a few dinar. Once they pay the fare and get going, Margaretta voices over that Dave is the eternal optimist, and he's always sure things will work out. "If this is our last leg," she says to him in the cab, "it's our last leg. Kick back and enjoy it." "It's a day like all days, and we were there," Davey remarks, and even though it's swiped from an old TV show, if that's not a workable philosophy of life, I don't know what is. Seriously, I've been carrying this remark around all week, ever since I heard Davey say it. Every day can be described that way: a day, like all days, and you were there. Sigh.
Commercials. Drivers wanted. Hey, watch that Wolf Lake show. It has partial nudity. Yeah, baby. I love me some naked wolves.
Coliseum. Phil explains this week's roadblock, which is somewhat hard to follow. This week, it goes a little something like this: Carrying a big torch, you walk clockwise around the outside of the Coliseum until you get to a dark and creepy little stairwell, which you take down one level and wander around down there. Then you find your way to a bunch of swords hanging on ropes over what Phil ominously calls "the Pit of Death." (Which sounds like it would still give better customer service than my bank.) You untie one of the swords, and you take it with you back out to the main part of the Coliseum, where you and your partner put the sword into a scabbard on a table, and that's the end. Last to place the sword is eliminated. The other trick to this particular roadblock is that the team members remain within shouting distance while the task is performed. You can't see your partner, but you can yell to him or her.