The stilt fishermen have returned to the water. And they want pictures. These surly rogues. They didn’t smile when I snapped their photos, but they’re all toothy now as they invite me to sit atop their teetering perch. My mouth says, “No, no, I couldn’t possibly ...” but already I’m passing off my camera and rolling up my shorts. Photographically speaking, stilt fishing is Sri Lanka’s defining image, gracing the cover of Lonely Planet and every other recently distributed travel guide. I can’t help thinking to myself, if stilt fishing’s purpose is to avoid disturbing the fish, then what could possibly be worse than busloads of tourists tramping out to collect their souvenir photos, whenever that starts happening?