Clap It's a small touch, but having personally-sized clothing waiting at every task which requires it, along with name-emblazoned items for the Liverpool task, is one of the little things which makes the Race hum along. Slap So we can make a Beatles pilgrimage in Germany, but not Liverpool?
No Hand Movement Speaking. Welsh. Sure. And why don't we mix in a little Irish Gaelic while we're at it, then translate into Russian before reverse-engineering the entire thing into written Hebrew? I'm all for task sadism, but -- Welsh? Really? Welsh?
Clap The aqueduct is very clearly a no U-Turn zone. Because ain't no one turning the boat around on that thing. Ever.
No Hand Movement Not reading the clue is, as pretty much always, the fault of the Racers who did not read the clue. There are exceptions based in poor wording, but in this case, the boot sizes required were spelled out in advance. (And yes, I acknowledge it was a trap.)
Clap No Hours Of Operation sign at the stadium. Given that the first team arrived in the dark, I was dreading an instant bunch point.
No Hand Movement Racers and guns: not always perfect together. In this case, the rules were established and everyone followed them. In other seasons, you could have reasonably expected multiple murder attempts. (Hi, Caite!)