As morning comes and their early morning ride draws to a close, Alex says that he and Chris are going to find a phone, so that they can call ahead and get started finding flights. Boston arrives in Glendambo, and Phil explains that their next job is to drive themselves to the local airstrip and catch a 10:30 or an 11:15 charter flight to Adelaide to start the trip to Queenstown. Boston finds out that the airport is only a few minutes down the road, so they have time to get on the phone and work on flights before they take off. Alex starts his phone call like this: "Hi, this is my predicament…" It appears that he merely goes on to say that he needs to fly from Adelaide to Queenstown. For a minute, I thought he was going to say, "Here's my predicament -- I'm involved with this woman, and she has this nasty-ass husband with painfully bad hair, and we're in competition for a million dollars, and there are all these TV cameras…" I sort of wish he had. The news on airline tickets isn't so good -- Alex passes along to Chris that, apparently, there's no way to get the flights done until the next day. "No one's gettin' to New Zealand tonight," he says. Doesn't that sound like a line from a terribly exciting movie of the week? "You'd better call out the Air Force, Mr. President -- no one's getting to New Zealand tonight." Okay, so it wouldn't be that exciting.

As they wait around by the phones at the Mobil station (which is actually a big oasis called the Glendambo Roadhouse, complete with restaurant and so forth), Boston spots two more teams arriving. The Teeth and Taraweasel unload their SUVs. Taraweasel runs up to Boston, all agitated to get to the airport. Tara is clearly surprised that Boston is just standing around at the Roadhouse, given that there are these limited-seat charters to Adelaide leaving forty-five minutes apart. She wonders if they don't understand about the charters. "You have to go sit in your seat, or you don't get a seat," Tara tells Chris, who responds that it makes no difference whether they fly to Adelaide at 10:30 or 11:15, because there are no flights out until the next day anyway. Blake runs up to the group just as Tara and Chris are walking away, and Wil hands him the news: "Doesn't matter, dude, we're not getting in till tomorrow."