Visiting Toro's friend, whom he hadn't seen in years, a fisherman whom he knew in the '80's while in the army. Times were so bad then, that the two made a pact: if one had food and the other didn't, they would share. It helped the two of them survive.

Christopher and I went with Toro after figuring out the timing was off for us to continue working on undocumented migration and human trafficking between Cambodia and Thailand without risking Toro's arrest, stepping on a landmine, or functioning in Thailand with no contacts or translator.

All I have to say is: Check out the windblown hairdoo.