Filming a documentary, high above the Arctic Circle in northern Norway, I jumped at the chance to join a fisherman on his daily journey out to sea. Together we pulled in vast king crabs – a lucrative seafood bounty that is flown all the way to expensive restaurants in Southeast Asia.
It was my responsibility to sort the small or pregnant ones from those that could be sent long haul to Asia. And for ten busy minutes the excitement and adrenaline kept my malaise at bay. But then, with the final crab counted into the oxygenated water tank at the centre of the boat, my body and mind began to fall, grossly out of sync.
With the sea growing increasingly confused, so too were my eyes and ears. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach and, worryingly, at the base of my tongue – now feeling chubby, seeming to sweat in my mouth. Jonathan looked north towards the swirling clouds, and then looked at me with pity – “I think we’ll call it a day there,” he said, turning the boat back towards the safety of the harbour.
You can hear the full report here.
February 9, 2018