James & Abba get to the "stadium" and in the illumination from the street lamps and the one on Abba's head, they read the sign on the door telling them to take a number and that the "bull races" start at eight in the morning. Well, that does sound promising, but promises are made to be broken. They claim the whip marked "1" from its hook on the wooden gate. A clutch of teams arrives in the area after a while and start wandering around in search of the clue. Amy & Daniel are the next to find it though, claiming number two while Abbie & Ryan get number three. Those two teams high-five each other, so apparently they're all good buddies now. Jaymes & James claim number four and suddenly there's a feeding frenzy for the numbers when the next batch of teams shows up. Team Austin gets five and the twins six and cement their alliance while they're at it, high-fiving and agreeing to help one another. Goat famers Josh & Brent get number seven, and Caitlin and Brittany are in eighth. Finally, Gary & Will get number nine, which is when everybody realizes that Rob & Kelley haven't made it yet. Poor number ten is still hanging on the gate all, "Nobody loves me." But don't worry, number ten, someone is on the way. Rob & Kelley ride in their nearly empty 747, Rob saying he thinks they're in the lead now. I'd laugh in their faces, but as long as they get to the stadium by 7:59 in the morning, it doesn't much matter.
By the time the Monster Truckers' plane lands in Surabaya, it's already getting light in the east. Kelley seems politely concerned about how they haven't seen anyone, and although it looked like morning was imminent when they landed, they get all the way to Alun Alun while it's still dark and find the last number still hanging on the gate. "Currently in Last Place" reads the official and totally unnecessary subtitle as Rob takes it off the door. There are no other teams hanging around outside any more, but apparently they find some of them inside a parked trailer or train car or something where at least a few of them appear to be spending the night. Looks air-conditioned, too, so I call bullshit. Rob claims to be glad they're in last and thus under the radar. That's some world-class "I meant to do that" right there. Also, if you're trying to keep a low profile, maybe let some of the green grow out of your Mohawk.