And the Hippies take it! While I would have been happy with any of the teams winning, I am ever so slightly disappointed that yet another young couple won TAR. It would have been so novel watching a father/daughter team win it, or a 70-year-old and his grandson cross the finish line first.
Not that I'm complaining. The Hippies were a likeable lot, and it's always nice to see stereotypes shattered about Hippies being no-good slackers who sit in the basement all day surrounded by a haze of smoke. Turns out once you get them out the basement and point them in the right direction, they can do pretty well for themselves.
Next stop: Anchorage
What's a finale without five minutes of really obvious interviews from the teams about how much they want to win? As the teams set off from the Pit Stop, we got to hear the obligatory blather about how close they were to winning.
From then on, it was off to the airport to fly to their final destination: Anchorage, Alaska. Oooh, maybe Sarah Palin will be there! Don-of-all-trades was happy to hear they were heading to Alaska because he was good at its most popular pastimes, hunting and fishing. Naturally, he has experience hunting and fishing, just like he has experience with everything else. He's probably responsible for civilising and naming Alaska.
Ron and Chris were the first to buy tickets for the only flight available and put the rest of their airport time to good use, looking for information on their next destination on the Internet. This allowed them to get to the Route Marker first, when the teams landed in Alaska.
After picking up gear for their Very Exciting Alaskan Adventure, the teams had to make their way to Ship Creek, which I heard as S*** Creek every time someone said it. Donald and Nicolas forgot to grab their gear and only realised it when they were already at the next Route Marker. Talk about being up S*** Creek without a paddle, nor ice-picks and climbing equipment for that matter.
As Nicolas and Ron raced back to pick up their gear, the other two teams tried to complete the Detour. The choice was between gutting a fish and finding the clue someone had shoved inside the poor thing, and getting crabs. Ew, not like that. They had to search a pool of angry crabs for one with a race logo on its arm? well, leg? or claw. Whatever.
The gutting's only disadvantage was that it was gross, so this proved to be a breeze for the not easily icked-out Ron and Chris. Honestly, if you're enough of a wuss to avoid a Detour because it involves some fish guts, you don't deserve to be on the show.
For some unfathomable reason, the Hippies chose the angry crabs. The little bastards set to work clawing every exposed part of TK and Rachel's bodies. Hey, you'd be grumpy too if your ultimate purpose in life was to top off a plate of salad and rice for someone who's too cheap to order lobster.