...I'm racing with a lunatic.

Okay. Let's take this step by step. We were okay getting to the first airport, more or less. Everything was fine on the plane. The Roadblock? No problems: we cleared it eventually, there was another bunch point at the airport anyway, and this gives me one of the few that aren't going to be that physically intensive. And then we get to the copper mine and things start to go wrong. Maybe it was copper fumes getting to my cousin's brains. Who knew copper and asbestos were in the same family? I didn't until I realized just how insulated Mirna's been up until now.

News flash, cuz: the tires are about nine feet tall. Everyone needed a stepstool! Did you see the big collection of stepstools a few feet away? They weren't there just for me: they were waiting for the whole field to come and get one! But no, you deny the existence of stepstools. And tires. And lugnuts. Suddenly, she's gone soliphist on me: only Mirna exists, and somehow, this doesn't put her in first place! She's the only person in the universe and she's still trailing. How does that work? (And who is she checking in with?)

So I get to carry an insane person, because I can toss her around, but she can't lift me. Gee, that sounds oddly familiar...

The taxi... oh, boy... Okay, this is one of those things that happens on the Race. You pay for the work and someone else rides the results. Taxi drafting, and sure, we all get a little fed up with it, especially when it's our money and those insane customs tolls for entering or leaving the country haven't gone down any. So sure, Mirna's a little frustrated. We all get frustrated. The complete loss of sanity which followed it, that's kind of unique to Mirna. And then I had to defend her. I had to stare up the BQs because my cousin was too busy trying to remember if she'd stuck her marbles in her purse along with all of the money. Did you notice she tried to give the driver the marbles? And the money? And let him keep the marbles? Back in the car, no more lead (but at least we've got some money again), and I have to do a confessional that supports her because she's in the car with me and if she gets upset, it's Hello, Mr. Cliff.

Let's not even start on the 'I pass, you pass' thing. Let's just don't.

I hope Drew left some medication in his car. Something with a sedative effect. It must have a sedative effect: look at the way he was racing. Time for a little game of cousin doping. It's either that or -- Danielle, is Dani doing anything right now? I'm used to racing with blondes: I'd just like to try a sane one for a change...

Send help.