SRI LANKA, GALLE: Since that first day when I went to the fish market with the hotel chef I'd been curious if it was possible to join the fishermen on a trip out at sea. A couple of days later whilst enjoying a Carlsberg on the beach a an opportunity to do just that presented itself. A boat with a crew of lobster fishermen just came back from a day out at sea. Some of them joined me for a beer and although we had zero words in common I was able to make them understand that I'd love to join them on a dive for lobsters the following day. They seemed to understand but just to make sure I brought a local driver down to the beach to ask if I could truly join. The answer was in the affirmative. So at 6 o'clock before the sun was even up I rocked up on black rock beach as the locals call it, to begin my new career as a Sri Lankan fisherman or Lobster diver to be precise. Little did I know that a few hours later I'd earned the title of the nation's least seaworthy fisherman of all time...