Uchenna and Joyce finish the onion-chopping and head out. They read the Rose Hall clue, and their driver agrees to take them -- presumably without any money changing hands. In the car, Joyce says again that they're not giving up.
In Puerto Rico, Rob and Amber get off the plane and hop into a black SUV. Amber navigates and finds El Moro on the map. They agree that they're on their way to the right place.
Uchenna and Joyce arrive at the Detour. Like everyone else, they take the golf. What does a horse's ass have to do around here to get a little love, anyway? (I set 'em up, you knock 'em down! They're going fast, folks!) Uchenna says that he's been practicing golf at home, and this won't be that tough.
Rob and Amber take a moment to admire Puerto Rico, and then they're pulling up at the castle. They pull the clue, which tells them to drive 87 miles to Aguadilla, where they have to find a sugar refinery and follow a path to a clue. They take off in their SUV. "We're doin' all right today with the directions, I tell ya," he comments. Oh, I get it. It's irony.
Ron and Kelly's flight from Puerto Rico takes off.
Uchenna and Joyce go golfing. He lands it on the green in what the editing suggests is record time, but I sort of doubt it. They open the Puerto Rico clue and leave. There is Conversation #854 in the cab about not giving up. Got it. Seriously. Rob wants to be first; you're never giving up; Ron doesn't want to get married. I think the themes have been established.
Rob notes that "every single person on the whole island of Puerto Rico is in this traffic jam." Amber comments that she'd think he'd be used to it with the Boston traffic all the time. Oh, Boston. The City Where Every Street Is Diagonal. Drives me fuckin' batty, that town. Sure, D.C. has its whimsical idea that all addresses should be repeated four times, but I don't think anything can beat Boston, where my mother and I once spent a very intense bonding experience finding our way to see The Sure Thing from our motel, located between the Forbidden City Chinese restaurant and the Dine-N-Bowl Lanes, a navigation task that proved our raceworthiness, come to think of it. (True story!)