Dustin and Kandice get to the airport, still giggling over having taken the *lyns' car. Karlyn, meanwhile, is sitting in the back seat explaining how they indeed had to take a different car on account of the BQs, although they didn't wind up in the BQs' car. I can't really tell who wound up in which car, and I'm not 100 percent certain anyone took the BQs car. I saw someone in a green car, but I'm not sure it was actually the same one. It occurs to me that I don't much care. Anyway, the BQs get to a ticket counter and ask for tickets to Madagascar as quickly as possible. Soon after, the A(AM!)s and Pointies follow. Dustin and Kandice are getting word of an 11:00 AM direct flight. They are joined by the other two teams, who take the same tickets. There is no advantage for anyone, though, because the trailing three teams come in and get the same flight, so everybody is in one big tie. Mary and Dave are relieved to be caught up with everyone. On the flight, Dave is unhappy that Mary never lets him sit by the window. She is unimpressed. I definitely think there is a "never gets to sit by the window" quality to Dave's life that is probably not entirely limited to this situation.
The teams fly from Mauritius to Madagascar. (AYL: "Woo! Practically have the day off!") And then we are in Antananarivo, Madagascar (hey, Word knows the word "Antananarivo"!), which looks to be a very pleasant and friendly location as well. This is a nice part of the world they're in. For once, it is the *wins/*lyns/*ians who are out of the airport first. Shocker! All three of them get into taxis, asking for the Black Angel. Mary says with great hope that she and Dave should be able to get to the angel first, provided their driver performs well. Elsewhere, Karlyn cracks herself up on the topic of the Black Angel: "Which is me, so I don't know why we're looking for it, 'cause I'm right here!" Hee hee. I have not liked her during the race, but I suspect she is a kick in the pants for limited periods of time if she's comfortable and in a good mood. I secretly suspect her to be a hoot to the small number of people she likes, and kind of hard for other people to like.