The Adultery Alliance whizzes toward the pit stop in dueling cabs. Wil eventually grabs the cab's radio and just starts asking for directions himself. I'm not sure that's a terribly promising plan, but I suppose it's better than sitting in the back seat and hoping for the best. Meanwhile, Danny and Oswald are still at the container port looking for a cab. "If they don't understand where we're going, we're in trouble," Oswald says. Despite the fact that they can't find a driver who really understands where they need to go, Danny successfully pushes for the option of getting out of the port and the chaos to somewhere where they can think. Could be a good idea, actually -- I think that's what I wound up wishing Nancy had done when she got so flustered in the market in India. Get out of the noise and get somewhere quiet, because at some point, chaos becomes counterproductive. They eventually wind up relying on the famous cabdriver "hunch." Eek!

Boston de-cabs and heads for the little boat that will take them to the pit stop boat. As it moves across, we get the famous Horns of Perseverance. They land on the mat, and Phil tells them they're in second place. They bump-hug again, and yell and crow about being number two. You know, these guys have a great system that's very good for their morale, which is that they keep letting themselves fall back, and then they feel really terrific when they once again surge forward in the pack. Seriously, here are their placements for the first seven legs of the race: sixth, second, seventh, seventh, first, sixth, second. I haven't seen so much bouncing around since the old days of Charlie's Angels.

In their cab, post-Roadblock, the Teeth ponder their fate. They have not had a good day, and they know they're dragging behind. They're just hoping they're not being eliminated. Blake is starting to look really, really scraggly. Mmm...What?