As Nick sails out over the river, Starr calls out to him, "Hey, try to see what Tina's doing! Love you! You look like Peter Pan!" That's actually dead-on; I defy you to look at this little green-clad elf-man with his legs cocked daintily beneath him and think of anything else. He lands, and she follows, flipping herself over like Ken did for part of the ride.
"This is going to take forever," Tina is just now realizing. Nick and Starr reach the clue box, which tells them, "You may not leave the island until ten green lights are on, at which point you may run to search for your next clue." Ever notice how many of these clue read like arcane curses? Ken and Tina are still combing the clue boxes, with her narrating everything they find. At last they find a photo of a couple of production assistants struggling with a snack cart. Ken says that's it, and leads the way back to their game board despite Tina's doubts that it's not the right one because it isn't them in the picture. Meanwhile, Nick and Starr are just arriving at their board, and go running into the clue-field looking for their Route Info. So it looks like the boards are identical, which I suppose is more fair but makes for slightly less interesting viewing. Ken and Tina pop their cart photo into the first slot. Ding! The green light goes on. The window behind number 2 shows the Detour symbol, triggering a black-and-white flashback to the beach where they used logs to roll a fishing boat across a sand bar. They head back into the clue-field looking for boats. Nick and Starr are still looking for the photo for their first slot when Ken and Tina find a photo of the boats. Finally it occurs to the Siblings to slow down and remember what the first leg was. "Salvador," Starr remembers, and Nick somehow pulls "O Rio De Pernil" out of his ass. By now, Ken and Tina have their second green light, and are looking for the Road Block from leg three. Which was Fighting Cholitas, as if we could forget. Nick and Starr have found a photo from the first leg, but since it's the church Detour option, they're out of luck.
On the freeway, Andrew is trying to hurry their cabdriver along in his typical laid-back way. "You wanna go seventy? In the left lane? Faster than fifty? Like, seventy?" The camera zooms in on the speedometer, which is hovering just above forty. For Andrew, that's like the equivalent of a Starr-fit.