While most Teams lined up to buy tickets on the slower
bus, Rob kept his information confidential….To make sure the other
Teams wouldn’t get this information, Rob also paid the local to
Yawn. It’s early. We’re up before those chickens that we rode with on the truck yesterday.
At the bus station, B-Rob starts working his Survivor slime to bribe the bus guy and then lies about it. Meh. Flat-out lies. Bald-faced ball-capped liar. He makes enemies needlessly. (Too bad his wink sure is cute. A good wink covereth a multitude of sins.)
But you know the stupidest thing about this whole kerfuffle? The fact that right there in plain sight, the whole time, hanging over the ticket windows? Is this big giant banner, spelling out in big giant letters exactly the same thing that the security guy “secretly” told Rob:
“Pssst, Cim? Uh. Does that say what I think it says?”
On the 10-hour bus ride through the Andes
Jai: We spend the 10-hr bus ride sleeping, gawking out the window, reading the guidebook (until I get motion sick), practice some Spanish, and chatting with some of the teams. Sharing snacks, maybe.
Cim: While eating snacks we roll our eyes at the brothers and the blondies flirting with each other. Then we go make friends with B-Rob because we don't want him as an enemy.