Ten teams left....

On last night's The Amazing Race, my initial least-favorite team, a couple of bumpkins I dubbed Cletus and Lurleen, was eliminated, mainly because Lurleen lost her way walking down a mountain and found herself...someplace else. It actually seemed a bit of a shame, because after I hated this couple in the first episode, they were shown much more sympathetically in this episode. Of the remaining teams, I'm not sure who I now am actively rooting against -- but I am most definitely rooting for Margie and Luke, the mother and her deaf son. I just think they're terribly likable; it was great when he said that he didn't want to do the pie throwing detour but did because she wanted to, and "She's my mom".

Last week I also wondered what was particularly "German" about pie throwing, but it turned out that it was the pies that were German, not the actual throwing part of it. So they were throwing pies made of "authentic German ingredients" at one another. Well, that makes sense, I guess. At least everybody seemed to enjoy it and nobody backed out of it as soon as they realized that they themselves were the targets for the pie throwing. (Of course, I'd have chosen the pie throwing myself.)

Next week, I suppose we're back to normal TAR-type tasks, like...ballet dancing? Yay!