I became lost in the pages, each time I returned to reading Albert Podell's book about his travels through every country in the World. It is with genuine sorrow that I have just read the final page.
I loved that Podell took the time to write about each country he was visiting and describe the various physical, social, and cultural aspects of the environment and its inhabitants, especially as most of us will have to settle for visiting some of these countries vicariously through his experiences, rather than being able to visit in-person.
I didn't know and loved learning that one of my favorite authors, Robert Louis Stevenson:
"was so treasured by Samoans for his powerful political polemics on their behalf, for his storytelling in their oral tradition, and for putting on paper the first fiction story ever written in the Samoan language, that 30 native chieftains journeyed to his deathbed, established an honorary watch guard to keep his spirit company through the night, then carried the body of their beloved Tusitala - the teller of tales - on their shoulders as they hacked a path through the jungle and brought him up the small mountain to his final resting-place overlooking the peaceful Pacific."
Podell writes wonderful descriptions of the places he visited, his experiences with the people he interacts with and the food he eats. My favorite descriptions of places include, "the sun was directly behind us and setting, a larger crimson wafer quickly consumed by the immense appetite of the Sahara," and "the most awesome [waterfall] is Iguazu, my favorite spot on the planet."
Food is one of the cultural highlights of traveling and can provide a memorable experience. Sure enough, Podell wrote about his many culinary adventures include eating a recently deceased anteater in Panama. Indeed, he writes, "Not wanting to waste a good source of protein, we chopped it up, added salt and pepper, and wished we had a box of Roadkill Helper, roasted it over a campfire, and it tasted ....awful, like a burger marinated in formic acid."
On another occasion, Podell describes eating sea cucumber, "a cold, black warty little creature served as a gelatinous, forbidding-looking dark lump - which, once ingested, tasted like a mix of Jell-O, lard and library paste."
In Brisbane, Australia, Podell "ordered and gluttonously consumed the enormous "Native Platter," which included, but wasn't limited to: "barbecued crocodile, emu prosciutto, munch munchies, glacé lilly pilly, dukkah, smoked glacé guandong."
Food can also be a wonderful opportunity to socialize with the local community, in Giza, Egypt, after a photo shoot for their sponsors, I love that Lamyi "brought us to his home for tea and cake."
I appreciate Podell's ability to always find the positive in each situation, however dire it might seem and love his sense of humor. I laughed out loud when I read about his practical system of using toilet paper "for comfort-ranking countries around the world." Podell's rating ranges from "soft white" to "no public toilets at all."
My favorite of Podell's hair-raising adventure stories was the one about six-Italians and their guide who were set upon by a gang and left stranded in the desert. Not knowing what it was, the bandits had thrown away their solar-powered cell phone, which they were able to use to call for help by means of trial and error. "We spoke with this precious person, who I will never forget in my life, who knew the desert very well. "Tell me the color of the sand where you are," he asked, and we told him the color, and he knew exactly where we were, because he was someone who had been initiated by his father to go on the salt trade, so he was walking camels across the Sahara for almost all his life." The fact that their lives hung in the balance and were saved by one person's knowledge of the color of sand to detect their location gives me goosebumps!
On another adventure, Podell takes a group of nomads hunting in his vehicle, a red 4x4 in the desert. He writes, "In a twinkling, nine of them jammed into the car's now-open rear compartment, all standing upright, all chortling and joking and spitting. They smelled as if they had raw garlic for dinner and their last bath a year ago. Our vehicle resembled a red porcupine."
The most heart-warming adventures were the ones where Podell travels to meet the children he sponsors through ChildFund International in person. One lives in a village in Ethiopia and the other lives in a village in Uganda. He describes how he procures goats for these respective families and explains that in Africa children learn to repeat the facts that they are taught, "but they are not taught to solve problems, to be creative, to look ahead, to think things through." Skills that perhaps we take for granted here in the U.S., which Podell lists as his favorite country.
I loved traveling along with Podell in my imagination and plan to re-read this book again in future.