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OF AN IDEA,
A STORY, A CHIMERA,
PERHAPS A FOLLY.
I AM CHASING GHOSTS.
Paul Salopek
TO
WALK
THE
WORLD
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TO WALK THE WORLD | part one of a series
If you ask, I will tell you that I have embarked I awoke before dawn and saw snow: thick,
on this project, which Im calling the Out of dense, choking, blinding. Like plankton suspended
Eden Walk, for many reasons: to relearn the at the bottom of a sunless sea, swirling white in
contours of our planet at the human pace of the beam of my headlamp. It was the dust. Hun-
three miles an hour. To slow down. To think. dreds of animals in Elemas village had churned
To write. To render current events as a form of up a cloud as fine as talc. Goats, sheep, and cam-
pilgrimage. I hope to repair certain important elsbut, sadly, not our camels.
OUT connections burned through by artificial speed, The cargo animals I had requisitioned months
by inattentiveness. I walk, as everyone does, to before (a key arrangement in a project that has
OF see what lies ahead. I walk to remember. consumed thousands of hours of planning) were
EDEN The trails scuffed through the Ethiopian des-
ert are possibly the oldest human marks in the
nowhere to be found. Their drivers, two nomads
named Mohamed Aidahis and Kader Yarri, were
world. People walk them still: the hungry, the absent too. They never showed up. So we sat in
poor, the climate stricken, men and women the dust, waiting. The sun rose. It began to grow
sleepwalking away from war. Nearly a billion hot. Flies buzzed. To the east, across the Rift, our
people are on the move today across the Earth. first border, Djibouti, was receding at the rate of
We are living through the greatest mass migra- three-quarters of an inch every yearthe speed
tion our species has ever known. As always, at which Arabia is drifting away from Africa.
the final destination remains unclear. In Dji- Are you crazy? Are you sick? Yes? No? Maybe?
bouti city, the African migrants stood waving The Afar Triangle in northeast Ethiopia is
cell phones on trash-strewed beaches at night. dreaded as a waterless moonscape. Tempera-
They were capturing a cheap signal from neigh- tures of 120F. Salt pans so bright they burn out
BY PAUL SALOPEK PHOTOGRAPHS BY JOHN STANMEYER boring Somalia. I heard them murmur: Oslo, the eyes. Yet today it rained. Elema and I have
Melbourne, Minnesota. It was eerie and sad and no waterproof tents. We have an Ethiopian flag,
W
strangely beautiful. After 600 centuries we were which Elema wraps himself in as he walks. We
still seeking guidance, even rescue, from those have found and rented two camels.We plod
alking is falling forward. thinking, a compulsion to make art, a genius who had walked before. across an acacia plain darkened to the color of
Each step we take is an arrested plunge,a for technological innovation, and the contin- chocolate by the warm raindrops. We tread on
collapse averted, a disaster braked. In this way, uum of todays many races. We know so little Herto Bouri, Ethiopia a photographic negative: The camels moccasin-
to walk becomes an act of faith. We perform it about them. They straddled the strait called Where are you walking? the Afar pastoralists like feet pull up the frail crust of moisture, leav-
daily: a two-beat miraclean iambic teetering, Bab el Mandebthe gate of grief that cleaves ask. ing behind ellipses of pale dust.
a holding on and letting go. For the next seven Africa from Arabiaand then exploded, in just North. To Djibouti. (We do not say Tierra After a dozen miles, Elema already asks to
years I will plummet across the world. 2,500 generations, a geological heartbeat, to the del Fuego. It is much too farit is meaningless.) turn back.
I am on a journey. I am in pursuit of an idea, remotest habitable fringe of the globe. Are you crazy? Are you sick? He forgot his new walking shoes from Amer-
a story, a chimera, perhaps a folly. I am chas- Millennia behind, I follow. In reply, Mohamed Elema Hessanwiry and ica. And his flashlight. And his hatand the cell
ing ghosts. Starting in humanitys birthplace Using fossil evidence and the burgeoning energetic, the ultimate go-to man, a charming phone. So he hitches a ride from our first camp
in the Great Rift Valley of East Africa, I am re- science of genographya field that sifts the rogue, my guide and protector through the blis- to his village to retrieve these vital items. And
tracing, on foot, the pathways of the ancestors DNA of living populations for mutations useful tering Afar Triangledoubles over and laughs. now he has jogged all the way back to catch up.
who first discovered the Earth at least 60,000 in tracking ancient diasporasI will walk north He leads our micro-caravan: two skinny camels. He complains, laughing, of crotch rash.
years ago. This remains by far our greatest voy- from Africa into the Middle East. From there I have listened to his guffaw many times already. This absentmindedness is understandable. It is
age. Not because it delivered us the planet. No. my antique route leads eastward across the vast This project is, to him, a punch linea cosmic
But because the early Homo sapiens who first gravel plains of Asia to China, then north again joke. To walk for seven years! Across three conti- Paul Salopek is a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist.
roamed beyond the mother continentthese into the mint blue shadows of Siberia. From nents! Enduring hardship, loneliness, uncertainty, His first book based on this journey, A Walk
pioneer nomads numbered, in total, as few as Russia I will hop a ship to Alaska and inch down fear, exhaustion, confusionall for a rucksacks Through Time, will be published by Random House
a couple of hundred peoplealso bequeathed the western coast of the New World to wind- worth of ideas, palaver, scientific and literary con- in 2016. John Stanmeyer, a founding member of VII
us the subtlest qualities we now associate with smeared Tierra del Fuego, our species last new ceits. He enjoys the absurdity of it. This is fitting. Photo Agency, has received the Robert Capa and the
being fully human: complex language, abstract continental horizon. I will walk 21,000 miles. Especially given our ridiculous launch. Magazine Photographer of the Year awards.