Danza is trying to find out how to get to Krabi. "It's a thousand kilometers from Bangkok," Frank snaps at someone. He's thinking a train will be the way to go. As they get in the cab, though, Margarita points out that other teams are likely to take cabs. Frank, not unreasonably, can't believe it -- you can't take a cab 500 miles, he reasons. But she thinks you can. He's kind of back to yelling, which I'm not crazy about. Step back, Grumpy Noisy Frank. You're almost being loud. Not to mention pushy. And I know you don't want us to lose ground in our relationship that way.

"We've learned our lesson about trains and buses, and we've arranged for a professional driver to take us the 700 kilometers to Krabi. You pay a premium for it, but this is an elimination round, and one of the final elimination rounds, and we're not gonna mess around with it." This is Rob. Of course, they tell us nothing about when or how the boys pulled off this little feat; they just sort of show them having already done it. It's no wonder people think they're boring -- everything they do that's interesting takes place off-camera. Or else they do everything inside their heads, moving objects with their minds. They put their stuff in the car. Minnesota state motto? L'Etoile du Nord. That's "the North Star," for those of you who didn't live in Paris for two years.

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