We are reminded that all the teams arrived here for their "mandatory rest period." Phil wonders whether Fran and Barry will overcome things like not seeing the clue box 20 times in a row and picking the Detour option most likely to kick them in the ass, and whether Lisa and Joni can avoid last place.
5:34 AM. Eric and Jeremy, suspiciously tagged as simply "the first to arrive," are leaving. I think Jeremy's jacket says "Iceland," which means there are a lot of people in Reykjavik right now who are like, "The hell? We'll own Bjork, but nobody here has ever even heard of this dink." The clue tells them to head to Edificio Copan, which is two and a half miles away. There, they'll find "Bloco F," which I am pleased to report is not a holding pen for drunks. Eric and Jeremy decide to wait for BJ and Tyler, who are just behind them. I received a delightful email this week pointing out that Eric and Jeremy and BJ and Tyler really could both be referred to as Team Choad, which would make things confusing, except that they spend so much time together that they can just be referred to as the Choad Family, which is so handy that I hereby steal it. In an interview, we are informed that girls are "on [Eric and Jeremy's] brains." Poor girls. Talk about winding up in a very small room with nowhere to sit. Eric adds that if they can "get some sex on the race," and then Jeremy says, "Or dating, or something," and Eric goes back to "or sex, then, you know it's good." Wow. You know, if there's one thing you can say about guys who talk about getting some this much, it's that they always, always can back it up with true prowess, not to mention amazing stamina and sheer naked beauty. I'm thinking they can pleasure a woman for two hours without even pausing for a drink of water.
5:36 AM. BJ and Tyler are leaving, but not before squealing to each other "Here we go!" and "Do it!" They clearly have a serious case of Robin Williams Disease, in which it is impossible not to be "on" for even one moment while a camera is running, and while that's charming for an hour-long standup special or a movie in which you play a professional nurturer, it is something I find impossibly tiresome in a race team. They run off the mat. And one of them says to Eric and Jeremy, "Let's go, muscles from Brussels!" That's...not funny, you know? There is no resemblance between either of those guys and Schwarzenegger, and that's what makes it shtick and not wit. It's not responsive to the situation. BJ and Tyler explain in voice-over that they have "both a competition and a brotherhood with Eric and Jeremy." Yes. The Brotherhood Of The Choad. Tyler tells us that while they're from "two different worlds," they "have a fundamental understanding of each other." See? They are the same guy. This is what I've been trying to tell you. The Choad Family gets into a pair of taxis.