The group is thinning out and the tension is palpable. They can leave the smell of manure behind and go to Urk, with a layover in Harlingen. It's not just the smell of fish they find unpleasant - the atmosphere also hits an all-time low, with one even threatening to quit the game. Will Sunday bring some peace? And will Urk's deeply religious community approve of the influencers' fashion choices?