Sweaty Dirty Esquire arrives at Ao Nang, needing transportation to Chicken Island. In the boat, we get a lovely shot of Rob getting his David Hasselhoff on, with the slick hair and the shades and the blue water. Danza reaches Ao Nang as well.

Back at the cave, the Frats are figuring out that they've only got fifteen minutes before S/L/T closes, and they've got to get all the way back down the mountain first. They're told that they have to go by boat as well as on wheels, and that ought to pretty much seal it off. At the bottom, Drew sadly tells Kevin that S/L/T is two hours away.

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Frats, rappelling into the boat. For whatever reason, Drew says, "Tigers, and lions, and bears -- and mountains!" He doesn't add, "Oh, my!" which is sort of a shame. He racks himself on the mountain as well, which seems to be the order of the day.

Esquire, finding Chicken Island and the flag bobbing in the water nearby. Danza, heading for the Chicken. Shirtless Dirty Sweaty Esquire jumps into the water in their snorkel stuff. Brennan dives for the bottom and finds the clue, and they clamber back up into the boat. Shirtless Soaking Wet And Quite Frankly Disturbingly Ripped Esquire reads it. Next up is the pit stop at Pai Plong Beach.

The Frats return to Raile Beach and consider their next move. Kevin, in an interview, says that they've gotten hosed with the operating hours, and in a sense, I see his point, but in another sense, they're in the position they're in because of what happened on the previous leg. Who does and doesn't get hosed by the operating hours isn't a coincidence, so while I'm sympathetic, I'm not entirely sympathetic. He goes on to say that there's nothing they can do about it, and I'm certainly with him on that. On the beach, he tells Drew he's bleeding, and Drew gives him the "oh, boo hoo, quit your bitching" thing that's basically been the Frat theme of the last two episodes.

Danza, heading for the Chicken. They meet Esquire coming the other way. Shirtless Posing Rob, now getting his Superman-era-Chris-Reeve on, waves jauntily. Now that they've waved jauntily, the Esquire transportation-luck kicks in, and their boat engine stalls. Of course it does. Turns out that Un-Tipped New York Cabbie has connections in the seafaring industry as well. "This is the day of disasters," Rob says. Brennan points out that Frank and Margarita are right on their heels, and that if Esquire sits very long in the stalled boat, Danza will pass them. Speaking of which, Frank is on his way back to the boat with the clue. Back on their boat, Esquire is grinning while good-naturedly lamenting its fate. "I'll give it a swift kick, if it'll help," Rob offers. You know, these boys really are cursed with the transportation.