As the other train from Zurich arrives, the teams pile off it and Luke is literally dragging Margie by the hand down the platform. It's getting dark as they fan out looking for directions. But by now, Christie and Jodi have already found the right place. Before running over to sign in, they take a moment to kiss and hug their guides gratefully. Then it's off across the pebble-paved plaza, a surface that causes their suitcase wheels to make enough noise to bring the other teams running. As the priest watches, they sign in first and earn their 7:15 departure time. So far, so good. The message the priest handed them reads, "Follow the map to the campsite." Not so good.
Tammy and Victor arrive next, followed by Margie|Luke and Mark|Michael, who get the last 7:15 slot. Next to arrive are Brad|Victoria, who will leave the next morning at 7:30, along with Jaime and Cara, the cheerleaders. "We beat Air France!" Victor celebrates, high-fiving his sister. From what little I've heard about Air France, that isn't necessarily a huge accomplishment.
That first train bearing the Air France passengers from Milan arrives, and with little transition, we see the four teams wandering the Locarno streets at night. Steve is already giving Linda a hard time, because it turns out she's not too fast on her feet. That seems like it might have been something worth exploring before signing up to be in a RACE. Mel and Mike are first of the Milan cohort to arrive at the church, securing that last 7:30 slot for themselves. Next are Kisha and Jen, who are the first in the last group, leaving at 7:45. That's the kind of thing that Andrew and Dan would have considered a major victory. Then come Amanda and Kris, while Steve is still exhorting Linda to hurry up already. She's completely out of breath and slowing them to a walk. "Damn, Linda. We're last at everything we do," he bitches at her after they sign in for the tenth of eleven slots. Last at counting, too, apparently.
Preston and Jennifer are just now arriving at the Locarno station, and he rushes her along so they can have a nice, clean, last-place finish. It's never a good feeling when you're in last place during the first leg. But it's still early, so there's plenty of time to catch up. And then fall behind again, let's hope.
We rejoin the rest of the Racers as they bed down for the night on hay in a bug-infested campground, apparently without benefit of cabins, tents, or mosquito netting. "No one would think a deaf person could make it to the top four," Margie translates for Luke. A bit early for that kind of talk. And also for this: around the campfire, Steve berates Linda, "We're just slow. And there ain't a damn thing you can do about it." Linda's clearly upset already, but apparently Steve thinks that if he can make her cry tonight, she might move faster tomorrow. Well, we shall see.