We are deep in the jungle of a little town called Toril. There is extreme poverty and the town consists of about 100 households. This trip has made me really reflect on how much I've been given, and how so many times poverty and lack are very relative words. There is a blind man in the village who climbs up coconut trees and pick the coconuts when they're ripe. This is a way for blind people to make money here. I took video of him climbing a tree that must be two stories in the air and drain the coconuts of their juice. Somehow, bartending doesn't seem so bad anymore.