It's getting hard to work up any enthuiasm for this season of The Amazing Race. As noted in the last blog, there's no one to hate or love. The cutie-pie Glee nerds are gone--I know they were a couple, I just know it! Team Home Shopping aren't obnoxious enough to despise or grating enough to be annoying. Though I do notice the blonde always has the darker-hair one do the challenges, even after the latter got smashed in the face with a melon on the first episode. And like Blanche Devereaux, they will use any excuse to kiss any male, even the tractor guy in England who told them how to get to Heathrow--you would think they would have looked it up the night before. The tattooed bikers are too dumb to hate and they admit their stupidity. Chad is not arrogant enough to develop any strong emotions for. Miss Kentucky is a tad too perky for me. The volleyball girls were so bland I didn't even notice when they got eliminated this week. The father and son are OK I guess, but I got a little riled last week when their speed bump consisted of sitting on giant ice cubes for ten minutes. These speed bumps get easier and easier every year. And whoever heard of a non-elimination leg in the third episode??? That's a new one.
But I digress, this week we saw more evidence of the producers' cheapness by having the contestants drive an hour or two from Swedish Lapland to Norway rather than fly somewhere. The Notre Dame grad bragged about how many gondolas he'd been in while his costmetology-school girlfriend shrank with shame at never having been in one either airborne or on the water. They took the gondola all the way up to some mountain just to get their clue. What a letdown. The doctors took the fast forward--probably the only one on the race, remember when every leg had one? Fast Forward, we hardly knew ye.
While driving to the ff location, the non-diabetic doctor kept saying how she hoped it wasn't an eating challenge since she's a vegetarian. Doesn't she watch the show? Every season there's a gross eating challenge of some kind--tons of caviar, wasabe bombs, crickets, cow lips, etc. She shouldn't have been all surprised when they were presented with the chewy, gummy sheep's head to munch on. In the promos, they built it up as this big deal, but she just eat it with a minimum of fuss.
Having won the ff, they took first place. Then the best part came when Mr. and Mrs. biker chick went for it too and couldn't figure out what "taken" meant. What school you go at? Rule 1 of the Amazing Race: If you are in sixth place, do NOT go for the Fast Forward. It's probably already been taken (and if you don't know what that word means, I have a nice bridge in Brooklyn to sell you) and you will lose valuable time.
Instead of a fun ski down the mountain, the remaining teams had the boring tasks of repelling off a bridge and inching back up, riding bicycles and remembering what color their lock was or taking a boat ride to deliver fish and a buzzsaw. Yawn! Lots of time wasted getting lost and watching Notre Dame yell at Cosmetics U.
At least next week, we get on a plane and head for Russia to see some vodka-soaked peasants make fun of the clumsy Americans.
Day 8--Drive from Swedish Lapland to Norway
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