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Not Just Another Day at the Beach

by Meredith Mullins on February 13, 2017

An ocean view of the fishing village of M'Bour Senegal, offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream of images. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Life and livelihood from the sea in M’Bour, Senegal
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A Photographer’s Dream: Cultural Encounter in Senegal

Travel adventures are triggered in many different ways. Journeys to exotic lands. Serendipitous celebrations. Unexpected challenges. New friendships with strangers. Losing yourself to the rhythms of wherever you are.

Boy and boat in M'Bour offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream with vivid Senegal life. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Falling in step with the local rhythms
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This travel adventure is a cultural encounter centered on a memorable day at a Senegal beach. It all started with the washing of a horse. And, as I always say, “When you begin your day with a ceremonial horse washing, the promise of greatness is in the air.”

Senegal boys washing a horse, offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream in M'Bour, Senegal. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

The washing of the horse: a perfect way to start a day of travel adventures
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An M’Bour Adventure

I was relaxing on a café terrace in M’Bour, looking out toward the edge of the earth and shielding my eyes from the relentless tropical sun, when I spied said horse, knee deep in the Atlantic Ocean.

Like a celebrity equine, he stood proud and poised, with just the right touch of obedience and humility. A team of young Senegalese beach lovers surrounded him and splashed him with sea water. Apparently it was horse washing day.

I waded out and offered my help, with a traveler’s curiosity and a not-so-hidden motive of capturing the jubilant event in photographs.

Four boys washing a horse in M'Bour, Senegal, offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream in images. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Adding the finishing touches to the horse washing process
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A Photography Philosophy Pause

I should pause here to say the Senegalese are a very proud and confident people. They show you exactly who they are—each with a direct and unselfconscious gaze that seems to come from deep within.

Three Senegalese boys (B&W) on the beach in M'Bour, Senegal, offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream in photos. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Showing themselves as they wish to be seen
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They are also quite reticent to be photographed, for a number of very good reasons. They have suffered and have been taken advantage of—in history (slavery) and in contemporary life (tourists who click away with their cameras without respect for privacy or permission and without regard for the human heartbeat inside).

As a photographer of people, I have learned that an enduring and meaningful photograph comes from building a solid relationship with those you are photographing and by conveying a strong sense of place. In Senegal, this connection takes a sincere investment of time.

Meanwhile . . . Back to the Horse

I stayed with the horse washing crowd for a long time, as we played in the water and got to know one another. I learned the intricacies of sea water washing, as we made our horse as white and as bright as possible.

Senegal boy resting in the ocean in M'Bour, offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream in images. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Cooling off in the Atlantic
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The kids became my muses and my friends, as well as an integral part of my photographs. They were simply themselves, and they allowed me to capture that essence.

Small boy on the beach in M'Bour, Senegal, offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream of Senegal portraits. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Meeting the essence of M’Bour on the beach
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A Walk on the Beach

Several of the horse washing team then became my tour guides and accompanied me along the beach to every small community and encampment. I became a focus of attention. Everyone was interested in me . . . just as I was in them.

Crowds gathered. Children came running. Villagers waved in welcome.

And when I treated one village to candy from their shop, suddenly everyone was there. (A huge thank you to my guides for excellent crowd control.)

Villagers in M'Bour, Senegal reach for candy in the local shop. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

A candy frenzy
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As a result of this intense and real connection, I made more memorable photographs in a few hours than I have ever made in any other place.

Boy runs to the ocean in M'Bour, Senegal, offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream of images. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

A run to the sea
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That success was, in part, because of the vivid colors, the symphony of varied faces, and the bustling fishing life and love of the sea. But my “Oh, I see” moment was that it was also, in part, because I was fully present in their life, even for a brief moment in time.

Woman with baby on her back in M'Bour, Senegal, offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream of images. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Welcoming smiles from M’Bour villagers
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They say in photography that if you make one strong photograph during a shooting day, you have been successful. A photographer’s dream.

I made many images that day that I treasure. It was a day rich in sensory experience. But more important than the photos, I still remember feeling a very real part of the Senegal rhythms, as the community of M’Bour washed, swam, fished, played, and turned toward the water for life and livelihood.

These are the kind of cultural encounters that stay with you forever.

Three boys on the beach in M'Bour, Senegal (B&W and close up), offering travel adventures and a photographer's dream in images. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

New friends on the M’Bour beach walk
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New Year’s Travel Inspiration

by Meredith Mullins on January 9, 2017

Paul Salopek in eastern Turkey (2014), nearly two years into his walk around the world
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The Out of Eden Walk Around the World

If I had made New Year’s resolutions, “walking around the world” probably would not have been on the list.

A get-off-the-couch, 10,000 steps a day? Maybe. 10 million steps? Not a chance. That would be travel inspiration of the monumental kind.

The 10 million number is not random. Ten million steps is an important milestone for Pulitzer Prize winning journalist Paul Salopek.

Why? He is walking around the world.

And he just reached the ten millionth step of his 21,000-mile journey. Millions more steps will follow.

Great Rift Valley, Ethiopia, Africa, travel inspiration for Paul Salopek and the Out of Eden Walk. (Image © AL-Travelpicture/iStock.)

In January 2013, Salopek began at the beginning—The Great Rift Valley in Ethiopia—one of the
world’s oldest human fossil sites.
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Out of Eden

I have followed Salopek since he began this ambitious odyssey in January 2013. For me, an adventure lover, the idea of a walk around the world was as mesmerizing as it was wild and crazy.

His “Out of Eden” project, sponsored by National Geographic, follows the path of the first humans as they migrated out of Africa during the Stone Age to begin their exploration of the planet.

World map with Out of Eden route marked for travel inspiration a la Paul Salopek. (Image © Chrupka/iStock.)

The proposed route mirrors how the first humans migrated out of Africa.
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It took them 40,000 to 60,000 years to make the journey— from Africa, across the Middle East and Asia, and finally to North and South America.

Gulf of Tadjourah view in Djibouti, travel inspiration for Paul Salopek and the Out of Eden Walk. (Image © VUSLimited/iStock.)

Salopek’s African journey took him from Ethiopia to the Gulf of Tadjourah in Djibouti and a boat
(full of sheep and camels) to Saudi Arabia.
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Salopek’s journey will be shorter—a mere 7- to 11-year commitment. The original projection was seven years; but now, in his fourth year, he knows that plan was overly optimistic.

I’m way behind schedule and thankful for it . . . I’m having the time of my life.—Paul Salopek

Slow Journalism

What inspired this expedition?

Salopek believes that if we slow down and observe carefully, we can rediscover our world. He calls it an experiment in slowness.

Slowing down doesn’t dull the world. It makes it sharper. It makes it crisper. That’s what walking does.—Paul Salopek

He explains that he is simply moving from story to story. It just so happens that his feet are what gets him there.

Feet in Ethiopia, part of the travel inspiration of Paul Salopek for the Out of Eden Walk. (Image © rweisswald/iStock.)

When talking about a walk of 21,000 miles, feet become a topic of conversation. Most of the desert dwellers wear plastic or rubber. Salopek wears Merrell hiking shoes. Each pair lasts about 1000 miles.
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This walk is not about setting records or walking a certain number of steps a day, he explains. It’s strictly about storytelling.

The stories are about the people he meets, the changes he observes, and what it is to be human.

Walking is addictive, in a positive sense . . . It forces you to engage with people. You can’t ignore them. You have to say hello.—Paul Salopek

He interviews and photographs the strangers he meets (with a “Milestone” story every 100 miles, in addition to his frequent dispatches.)

He observes and records changes, such as camel grooves becoming oil pipelines and The Silk Road moving from a trade route for silk and spices to a route for oil and gas.

Hasankeyf, Turkey, and ancient town that provides travel inspiration to Paul Salopek on his Out of Eden walk. (Image © Asafta/iStock.)

Salopek sees past and future changes. Sections of the ancient town of Hasankeyf, Turkey will be inundated when a new dam is built. Layers of civilizations will be erased.
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He writes often about the hospitality of strangers—sharing the last of their water, alerting him to the challenges of the terrain, or helping him to find the perfect camel.

Although he sometimes walks alone, he is most often with local guides, translators, or his trusty pack animals. Many of his guides have become good friends. (And, yes, mules and camels can be BFFs too.)

Camels in the desert, travel inspiration for Paul Salopek on the Out of Eden Walk. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

A walk around the world is never lonely when there’s a good camel by your side.
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Occasionally, he is joined by National Geographic photographer John Stanmeyer, whose stunning photographs add a unique perspective to the continuing saga.

In the virtual space of the internet, his footsteps are followed by thousands of people around the globe—well wishers, students, educational partners, and fellow adventurers who want to see, as Salopek does, what the far reaches of the globe are like.

We should be relieved to find out that Salopek’s view (so far) is that “the world is, by and large, a hospitable place.”

Evening view of Jerusalem, Israel, travel inspiration for Paul Salopek on his Out of Eden walk. (Image © Silverjohn/iStock.)

The path along the Red Sea included Saudi Arabia, Jordan,
the West Bank, and Israel. (Jerusalem is pictured here.)
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Paradise Lost?

As he contemplates his journey, he imagines the world’s first walkers. They had no maps, he notes in his walking journal. They had no pre-planned routes.

In fact, he concludes, “they had no destinations because the very concept of ‘destination’ had yet to be invented.” This leads to his final conclusion: “These pioneers were, by definition, never lost.”

Hunter walking on a mountain, another traveler seeking travel inspiration along with Paul Salopek of the Out of Eden walk. (Image © Oner Enarih.)

You may think you’re the only traveler in the remote mountains of Kyrgyzstan, but there is always
life in the distance. Here, a hunter walks on a secluded hillside.
© Oner Enarih/iStock

You can tell he wants to walk as if he is one of these first pioneers . . .  to feel never lost.

But we live in a mapped world. There are destinations, borders, and GPS coordinates. It is possible to be lost.

The good news, Salopek says, is that getting lost can be a positive thing—it wakes you up.

You stand a little straighter. Your eyes and pores open. You become more alert. You study the world carefully, scanning the horizon for landmarks, signs, clues — for a way forward.

 But ultimately, you become alive to possibility: a new compass bearing, a new story, a trail untaken.—Paul Salopek

A Map for Adventure

Salopek’s route is fluid. There are challenges. He is influenced by which countries will grant him visas. He also listens to his inner survivor and tries to avoid places in conflict.

He has logged nearly 5000 miles in his first three years, from the Rift Valley of Africa to Saudi Arabia and a path following the Red Sea through the holy lands, to Cyprus and Eastern Turkey, to a trek across Georgia into the Stans.

Registan Square in Samarkand, Uzbekistan, travel inspiration for Paul Salopek on his Out of Eden Walk. (Image © Ozbalci/iStock.)

The journey interweaves brutal deserts, endless mountains, and historic cities, such as Samarkand, Uzbekistan, one of the major stops on The Silk Road trade route.
© Ozbalci/iStock

He is currently wintering in Kyrgyzstan before he tackles the Tian Shen mountains into China and the Taklamakan Desert (also known as the desert of no return). He will eventually make it to North America and walk south to the southernmost tip of South America.

Mountain peaks of the Tien Shan, Kyrgyzstan. (Image © Oner Enarih/iStock.)

After Salopek’s winter in Kyrgyzstan, the Tien Shan mountains await.
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Oh, I See: New Year’s Resolutions

No, I will not add walking the world to my New Year’s resolutions. But the travel inspiration that Salopek provides and his Out of Eden words and images will find their way into my core. There are many “Oh, I See” moments in his stories.

And so, if I had made New Year’s resolutions, they might have looked something like this.

  • I will slow down to really see.
  • I will look for the best in humanity.
  • I will seek the trail untaken.
  • I will live new stories.

These are resolutions worth keeping. Thank you, Mr. Salopek.

You can follow the Out of Eden story here. See more of John Stanmeyer’s photography here or in the OIC story about his World Press Photo Award. Join the Out of Eden Facebook page here.

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You Say Potato . . . I Say Pomme de Terre

by Meredith Mullins on December 12, 2016

Potatoes on French market shelves, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Potatoes taking their rightful place on French market shelves
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How France’s Parmentier Changed the Cultural Heritage of the Potato

Imagine . . .

a world without mountains of crispy French fries,

a holiday dinner minus fluffy clouds of mashed potatoes,

a steak without a baked potato dripping with sour cream,

a plate begging for a huddle of new potatoes with a hint of parsley and butter that launches pomme de terre into the strata of haute cuisine,

silence instead of the crunch of a potato chip while watching a ball game.

The wonderful world of food would be quite different without the versatile potato.

Stuffed baked potatoes, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (© Bruskov/iStock.)

The overstuffed baked potato
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French Roadblocks in the Potato’s Cultural Heritage

As we savor the delicious variations of potato, we don’t often think of its lineage—its cultural heritage.

But, if you’re eating a potato creation in France, a moment of tribute is in order, with a particular thank you to a pomme de terre hero—Antoine-Augustin Parmentier.

The cultural heritage of the potato in France did not have an auspicious beginning.

Potato-less cuisine was the norm for the French prior to 1785. While some parts of the world had been introduced to potatoes for many years (or thousands of years in its homeland Peru), the French did not embrace the potato’s virtues.

Potatoes were considered, at best, food for farm animals. At worst, people believed the underground tubers caused leprosy.

Fields of potato, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Image © P. Wollinga/iStock.)

Potato fields
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Parmentier: A Potato Hero

One man changed potato history in France: Antoine-Augustin Parmentier.

He is honored with a Paris metro stop (where you can learn about the history of the potato), a street name, and several statues in France.

Paris metro stop Parmentier, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Learning about pomme de terre history at the Paris Metro Stop Parmentier
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He is also honored by being named in several French dishes that feature potatoes such as potage Parmentier (potato and leek soup) and anything Parmentier (usually something mixed with mashed potatoes, like hachis Parmentier, which is ground meat and mashed potatoes, similar to Shepherd’s pie).

Hachis parmentier (Shepherd's Pie), showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Image © mikafotostok/iStock.)

Hachis Parmentier (mashed potatoes and minced meat)
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His grave in the Père Lachaise Cemetery is ringed with potato plants and, almost always, has a few potatoes placed on the gravestone ledges in tribute.

Who was Parmentier?

a. A health food promoter
b. A serious scientist
c. A hobnobber with celebrities and royalty
d. A master marketer
e. All of the above

The answer, for such a complex character, is of course “All of the above” . . . and more.

Statue of Parmentier by Albert Roze at the Parmentier metro stop, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Statue of Parmentier giving potatoes to a peasant (by Albert Roze)
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Parmentier was a pharmacist by trade, but, while in the army, he was captured by the Prussians during the Seven Years War.

During his imprisonment, his diet consisted almost solely of potatoes. To his surprise, he realized the tuber must be nutritious because he stayed healthy. Also to his surprise, he discovered they were pretty darn tasty (no thanks to the prison chef).

When he was released and returned to Paris, he made it his mission to alert the French to the benefits of the potato.

He did research and wrote papers, with seductive titles such as “Inquiry into Nourishing Vegetables that in Times of Necessity Could Be Substituted for Ordinary Food.”

When the papers didn’t quite convince the public, he used his master marketing skills.

Painting of Antoine Parmentier by François Dumont, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Painting by Françoise Dumont.)

Painting of Parmentier with a bouquet of potato blossoms (hanging at Chateau Versailles)
By François Dumont

He planted a field of potatoes in the city and posted guards so that people would think the plants were valuable. He was also clever enough to give the guards the night off so that people could steal the plants and begin to grow them as the valuable treasures they were.

He hosted sumptuous dinner parties for the Paris notables (including Benjamin Franklin) that featured a variety of potato dishes for their dining pleasure.

For his final marketing push, he gave bouquets of potato blossoms to the king and queen. He won their favor, resulting in a royal decree that the potato was now an acceptable vegetable in France.

Three kinds of potatoes, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Three popular potatoes of the more than 300 varieties grown in France
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A Rich Resource

Annabelle—Amandine—Belle de Fontenay—Charlotte—Chérie—Ratte—Rosella—Bintje—Marabel—Monalisa—Nicola—Agata

These are not starlet stage names. They are the names of just a few of the 300 varieties of potato grown in France.

Thanks to Parmentier’s research, we now know that potatoes are rich in vitamins and minerals, particularly Vitamins B and C, magnesium, and potassium.

And thanks to Parmentier’s tireless work on behalf of the potato, France now produces more than six million tons of potatoes each year and is the primary exporter to other European countries.

Roasted potatoes, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

The traditional French roasted potatoes
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A Lasting Friendship with the Potato

“The potato has now none but friends,” Parmentier wrote in one of his last books. His potato work was done.

The friendship is lasting. Today, most everyone in France (and beyond) is a friend of the potato, as we pay tribute to its cultural heritage by munching our French fries, potato chips, and Parmentier dishes.

The “Oh, I see” moment for me is about taking a moment to thank the dedicated hero of the pomme de terre story in France.

Sometimes you have to fight for what you believe in . . . even if it’s potatoes.

A tile representation of the potato plant at Parmentier Metro Station in Paris, showing the cultural heritage of the potato in France. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

A tile tribute to the potato at the Parmentier Metro Station in Paris
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To read a similar story about one person’s quest to bring a food to Paris (in this case, kale), go to The Kale Project.

For a great recipe for potato leek soup, try David Lebovitz’s version. 

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