In Lynn and Alex's cab, Lynn decides to sing: "We are ra-cing in Pe-ru...we are ra-cing in Pe-ru." It's no "New York Jews in Iceland," but it has a certain flair. Various people praise their drivers (as "macho," in Meredith's case) and talk about their determination not to be last. Ryan rattles off quite a bit of Spanish that is horrifically accented, but that his driver seems to understand, shockingly enough. Meredith's driver also understands when he asks in not-terrific Spanish to pass Lynn and Alex.
And now, it's llama time. Debbie and Bianca and Susan and Patrick are both taking on the wildlife option. Debbie starts to complain almost immediately that she "can't do this." Patrick and Susan, on the other hand, decide to find llamas that like them. Patrick needs to stop looking for affirmation, I think, from llamas.
Amber and Rob don their colorful hats and ponchos and prepare to pick up the baskets. "This is nothing, babe, we can do this," he says. As they leave, he comments, "I might have to put my Sox hat on the outside." Heh. And then he says, to the delight of...well, me, "Ah, when in Incaville, do as the Incas, right?" Lex imitates that line for three friends in his living room.
Patrick and Susan are trying to drag their llamas, and Patrick has discovered that there is indeed a spitting issue. Debbie, on the other hand, declares the llama-dragging "retarded," and when Bianca says she thinks it's faster, Debbie very nearly snorts with disdain at the thought. "Rob and Amber probably have the things on their back and are up the hill." And Rob and Amber have designer clothes. And their parents let them go to the concert. And they're allowed to stay up late. Waaaaah!
As Rob and Amber travel, though, he drops his basket. She navigates him through getting it tied up. I have a feeling that like a lot of people, one of her jobs in the relationship is best describe as spaz-wrangling.
Bianca continues to yank the rope of her poor llama. Debbie says it's "retarded" again, and while I actually am one of those people who believes that (like "gay") "retarded" is a word with a time and place as a pejorative, it's not a great stand-in for "too hard," which is what she means. There's nothing "retarded" about moving animals; she just doesn't know what she's doing, and it would be nice if she saw it that way rather than casting aspersions on the very activity itself. Debbie continues to complain to Bianca, and mentions again how far behind Rob and Amber they are. "Bianca, I'm seriously so furious at you," she declares.