Previously on When Cameramen Drink Too Much: Rob and Brennan wore hats so ugly that they caused static on FM radio stations and interfered with the locals' DirecTV. Frank and Margarita went all googly-moogly snuggling on a chair by the pool. Phil says that "the exotic setting sparked" this reunion, which I think is pretty dopey, considering that the pool was at what looked to be the Indian version of the Holiday Inn. Cab drivers weren't all they were cracked up to be, but rats sure were. Nancy filled out the comment card for her train compartment, and under "During My Next Visit, I Would Enjoy…" she checked the box next to "Less Vomit On The Pillow." Team Guido missed the train, and there was much rejoicing. Rob had a hissyfit. Momily landed in last place. Phil played with his GameBoy and plotted his revenge against his agent for getting him this crappy-ass gig.

We get some footage of the teams resting at the pit stop, which isn't too noteworthy, except that Nancy looks especially nice, and Rob's Torture Of Miss Alli By Headwear continues as he once again dons a backwards baseball cap that calls to mind a twelve-year-old in the middle of TP-ing every tree in your yard. Furthermore, there's what looks to be some wine on the table, and I certainly don't blame anyone who's taking this opportunity to drink. Phil ponders whether Guido or Momily will bite the dust, or whether one of the lead teams will make a "fatal error." Hey -- my computer has those all the time. We get a quick glimpse at an old shot of the Hating-Hats, and I have to thank Bruckheimer or van Munster or whoever my protector is in this matter, because this is the last time you have to see them today for any length of time.

Credits. Music from the upcoming film Iron Chef 4: Roasting Bobby Flay.

Commercials. Robert Redford and Brad Pitt in the same spy movie. Mmmmm…multigenerational eye candy. (There are no women in the commercial, which I suspect is because Robert Redford would have to be placed with someone who is a Hollywood-appropriate number of years younger than he is, such as Julia Stiles, and in order to maintain the proper age proportions, Pitt would then have to be placed with someone who won't even be born for another five years.)

BOMP! BOMP! BOMP! goes the music. Drunken cameramen careen around the palace where the teams are camped out, which Phil explains was built by the last of the maharajas. We are informed that the teams have traveled 21,000 miles so far. Phil prattles about clues and route markers while the Mysterious Exposition Hands lovingly caress the route marker and GET ON WITH IT ALREADY! Ahem. Sorry.