The first charter lands at the desert airport, with the Weasel griping that he can't imagine what they could possibly be doing here. "It's all sand," he says. Well, yes. Welcome to the desert, nitwit. It's like that. When they get over to the airport, they find the McFlag and grab the clue. It tells them to get to the top of Swakopmund Lighthouse. As Gary and Dave look at their map, it appears that they actually studied it in advance, trying to see where they might need to go. BAH! Did Gary and Dave do research? That's going to interfere with my worldview.

Lots and lots of drunken careening as we are introduced to the town and the lighthouse. Back at the Walvis Bay airport, Oswald and Danny are looking into renting a car, with the rest of ChaTaGaDa looking on anxiously. When the lady behind the counter finds out that they don't have a credit card, though, she tells Oswald he can't rent a car. Taraweasel and Gary and Dave take off in search of taxis, but Oswald perseveres. "What option do I have?" he asks. "Credit card," she says wearily. "No credit card," he says calmly. "How can we go from here to Swakopmund?" "I can give two people a lift," she says -- just like that. Of course, something here is a little cooked, because she has to actually give four people a lift (they have to accommodate their camera guy and their sound guy), but the gist appears to be genuine. Danny asks how much it will be for the ride, and the lady just says to give the driver whatever they think is fair. Oswald kisses her hand as they leave. They put their stuff into a car, and Oswald voices over that once again, they learned the value of being polite and pleasant when you need help. Amen, brother. In their cab, Cha-Cha-Cha discusses the fact that they may or may not remain in first place, even though they're doing well coming out of the airport.

Back at the airport, Gary and Dave saunter up to a little "Gift Shop & Taxi Stand," as The Amazing Little White Letters label it. He asks the lady working there how they'd go about getting a taxi. "I can arrange it," she says. "You can arrange it," Gary repeats, surprised but not overly so. "Oh, how civilized." Honestly, that could be taken as something he perhaps shouldn't have said, but I can overlook it. Then he says, "Let's get it on," and I can't overlook that. You just had to push your luck, didn't you, Gary?