The *lyns and the BQs are wandering all over the place trying to find the stall where the clue is. The BQs even get sent upstairs at one point, like Spinal Tap trying to find the stage, and that's definitely not going to solve their problems. As you can imagine, these would be the two teams currently struggling.
Commercials. It's good that Claritin has a lot of confidence that it changes lives. I'm all for self-esteem, even for allergy medications.
When we return, the *lyns and BQs are still trying to find the clue. Finally, the BQs find a guy who directs them to the right spot, and they decide to head for the Manual option. The *lyns, Currently In Last Place, get a clue as well. They want the Automatic. Hey, that's what I'd do. What's better than camels and robots? Nothing, that's what. The *wins, meanwhile, haven't managed to leave yet, and out in the street, they run into their friend the police officer. He does not, however, want to take them to the next place they're going. It's not clear whether he doesn't know or doesn't want to take them, but it's not like you can expect to borrow a police officer for the entire day. He may actually have a few other things he's supposed to do as a police officer in Kuwait City, other than navigating for tourists. The *lyns catch up to the *wins, and the teams decide to go together to look for the Automatic option. That would be the camels, in case you've already forgotten.
In Peter and Sarah's car, he says they're going to the Camel Racing Club. "Sarah's a robotic babe, so we're going to go mess with the robotic jockey," he chuckles. She laughs, and it's the kind of thing where if they were cool, this would be a cool moment for them. I can completely believe that this particular brand of humor about her situation is appropriate, and maybe this is the kind of thing that makes her not hate him -- that he can view her situation with a matter-of-fact sense of humor. It's too bad that everything else about him sucks harder than an industrial vacuum.