December
1926

To my surprise everything turned out considerably better than I had expected. Actually, a regulation concerning visas for entering Abyssinia never existed. The captain, who took my passport for the purpose of obtaining the signature of the governor, remarked approvingly, while questioning me about the October Revolution, “it will work” in French “ça ira” a judgement apparently based on his knowledge of the French Revolution. In any case I decided to go to the Abyssinian consul nearby, a rather pleasant man, who also confirmed that the stamp of the French governor in Somalia was adequate for free entry into Abyssinia.

The train from Djibouti to Addis Ababa runs twice a week The next train was leaving the following day so it was necessary to hurry. I spent the rest of the day visiting villages around Djibouti. This was already the real Africa. Naked black children with skin like velvet surrounded Charlier [1] and me and walked with us in the villages. There were squalid huts covered with raffia and straw mats.

Somalia is a typical cattle-raising country. Enormous herds of sheep and goats around the villages clearly indicate absolutely special breeds, [2] perhaps even species, distinctly different from those seen during the expeditions in the Asiatic countries and the Mediterranean region. The well-proportioned goats have smooth and delicate hides and the sheep are short-haired. This was, in any case, a definitely special group of animals.

Notes:
  1. M. Charlier, whom Vavilov met on the steamer from Marseilles, was the former director of the Department of Agriculture on the island of Madagascar, returning to Madagascar from Paris. []
  2. Indeed; see here for outline information on Somali sheep and goats. []

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Temporarily leaving Gary Nabhan at Siwa Oasis, we rejoin Vavilov as he makes his way into Abyssinia.

December
1926

After the lengthy procedure of passing through the Suez Canal, the steamer proceeded into the calm Red Sea with its truly yellowish-red water. Both the eastern and western shores are uninhabited. As is well-known, all agriculture in Egypt is concentrated within a narrow belt along the Nile. [1] The enormous amount of material collected by my assistant Gudzoni and later on investigated by myself revealed a specific cultivated flora of Egypt, which is remarkably different from that of the Mediterranean area.

The desert nature and the irrigation of the crops have here resulted in peculiar forms of fast-ripening, low-growing grasses, amazingly susceptible to diseases and differing in this respect from the typical Mediterranean ones. [2] But, on the whole, Egyptian grain belongs to the Mediterranean crops in a wide sense, with predominantly hard wheat and hexastichous [six-rowed] barley. Among original crops only berseem clover (Trifolium alexandrinum) and the so-called Egyptian cotton, which was developed here during the last century from the long-staple American cotton (Gossypium barbadense), imported there, can be mentioned. [3]

Notes:
  1. Except, of course, for the agriculture at the oases. []
  2. Has this been confirmed? Are there any studies that compare disease susceptibility of Egyptian landraces with others? []
  3. See Unravelling cotton’s domestication for an up-to-date account. []

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Next to dates, olives have long been the second-most important perennial crop in Siwa. The Hamed olive from Siwa is world-renowned, and yet in recent years, European investors have introduced into Siwa many Kalamata trees from Greece and other cultivars from Spain. Because Egyptian labor costs far less than that in Southern Europe, these investors have attempted to undercut the prices for these same olives grown in Spain and Greece in the global marketplace. One set of investors from Canada, the U.S. and the European Union has proposed increasing the number of olive trees grown in Siwa from 70,000 to 4 million with the next decade, so that olive groves might eventually eclipse date plantations in economic importance. These investors would no doubt plant more of the European cultivars than the time-tried Hamed native heirloom, unless forced by political pressures to do otherwise. Nevertheless, as of this writing, the perennial cover of Siwa offered by dates, olives and jujube trees superficially looks much as it has looked for centuries.

What has already changed is the second tier of trees and shrubs grown at the oasis, and the vegetable varieties grown beneath these perennial fruits and nuts. Curiously, the number of species of fruits and nuts has increased at Siwa since the arrival of the paved road, because trucks can now carry in exotic nursery stock. Apples, guavas, prickly pear cactus and bananas have been added to the traditional Mediterranean mix of fruits and nuts such as figs, pomegranates, apricots, peaches, mulberries, citrus, hibiscus and grapes. Beneath these trees, shrubs and vines, a diverse array of vegetables, grains, legumes and spices are grown. European cucumbers have recently replaced the older snake melon cucumbers in dominance, and an heirloom called the honey melon has been replaced by modern cultivars of cantaloupe.

Nevertheless, some thirty-three crop species recorded at Siwa during the era of plant explorations by Forbes, Gudzoni and Vavilov remain in cultivation within the oasis, and many of the particular local varieties known as biladi [1] heirlooms remain in Siwan cuisine. I began to wonder what accounts for this relative stability in the crop repertoire found at Siwa, despite the many economic pressures being felt there to fully enter the globalized food economy.

Notes:
  1. See the discussion of “baladi” in the context of Jaffa oranges. []

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Michael Woods, the historian, traced the footsteps of Alexander The Great to Siwa oasis for a BBC documentary. In Siwa, the priests welcomed Alexander as the Son of God, which was nice. Not a lot of biodiversity, but the pictures show Siwa today.

See an extract on YouTube.

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The oasis of Siwa … leaves a strange impression, but perhaps one that is different and more paradoxical than that which Vavilov sensed in oases further west. There is at once a sense of uninterrupted continuity with the Berber oases of antiquity, with the mud walls of the Shali village compound rising high above thousands of palms, and a sense of rapid change, with tourist buses and European-style resorts evident all around the margins of that ancient compound. Since 1986, when the first paved bitumen road connected Siwa with the market economies of the rest of the world, the population of Siwa has more than doubled. Many of the new residents are neither Tasiwit-speaking “Berbers” nor Awlad Ali Badawi “Bedouins,” but are Arabs from Cairo or second-home Europeans who are economically engaged in making Siwa a great cultural and natural attraction.

While a million palms still cover the soggy, alkaline ground of the Siwan depression, there have been some notable changes in what is grown beneath their canopies in the shady understory. The meticulous field notes of Robert Forbes from 1919, C. Dalrymple Belgrave [1] from 1924, and Ahmed Fakhry from 1968 helped me evaluate the changes in agro-biodiversity which occurred in the years prior to my three visits to Siwa between 2004 and 2006.

Date palms may still be the most prominent food crop that Siwans rely upon for their own consumption and for export, but it appears that some changes in the varietal mix of date palms has occurred. Some historic reports claim that Siwan Berbers once grew dozens of folk varieties of dates, which their Awlad Ali Bedouin neighbors harvested and transported to Cairo and Alexandria. In 1832, travelers reported that as many as 9,000 camel loads of dates left Siwa for the Nile each season; a century and a half later, just before the paved road arrived in Siwa, the Bedouins had their camels carry 10,000 loads of dates across the desert to their traditional markets along the Nile. Today, just five date varieties dominate Siwa’s plantings, and the majority of the harvesting is done by migrant workers from the Upper Nile. Much of their harvest is transported by lorries or flat-bed trucks, and only two Siwan dates are regularly featured in the markets located elsewhere in Egypt and overseas: the flavorful world-class sai’idi date, and the medicinal tagtaggt. Most of Siwa’s other dates are much like the varieties grown in other oases, so they are less competitive in a globalized markets. Fortunately, Slow Food International is assisting Siwans with the recovery of the rare varieties still found around the oasis, and is helping market the entire range of Siwan date diversity in specialty shops.

Notes:
  1. An extremely interesting character, whose account of Siwa may be the least of his achievements. []

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Unlike Vavilov — who had to content himself with sending the Italian student Gudzoni — Gary Nabhan was able to visit Egypt himself. Drawing on previous expeditions by the plant explorer Robert Humphrey Forbes, Nabhan found that much was the same, and much had changed. This is the first of his posts on Siwa. [1]

Robert Humphrey Forbes, from the Arizona Memory Project

Eighty years later, my own attempts to visit the palm oases of the Sahara landed me near the Egypt-Libya border in the heat of August, but no further west than that. And yet, the Berber and Bedouin oasis which I studied most intensively was much like those which Vavilov visited in Morocco, Tunisia and Algeria, and of the very same ilk of those which his coworker Gudzoni sampled in Egypt. Most fortuitously, a contemporary of Vavilov — plant explorer Robert Humphrey Forbes [2] — left detailed photographic and written records of his visit to the same oasis, Siwa, from an extended stay in 1919. Although Vavilov and Forbes apparently crossed paths only once — in 1930 at a lecture in Tucson, Arizona — their methodologies and goals were much the same: to seek out seeds and identify the adaptations of a diversity of crop varieties for evaluation and introduction into analogous environments. Thus, the benchmark data collected at the Siwa oasis by Forbes will serve as a surrogate for what Vavilov himself might have collected there if he had been allowed into the interior of Egypt.

During the era when Vavilov and Forbes wandered into the Sahara, it took several days by car and camel to reach Wahat Siwa, the Pearl of the Desert, from the port town of Marsa Matruh, Egypt. Wahat Siwa — the Siwan Depression sits — below sea level on the northern edge of the Great Sand Sea, some 315 kilometers south of the Mediterranean shores, and less than 100 kilometers from the present-day Libyan border. After hours of crossing the barren “gibbel” plains where only a few Awlad Ali Bedouins and their camels wander amidst the cobbles and gravel, the wondrous sight of a million date palms and dozens of lakes appears as if it were an improbable mirage. Suddenly, deep greens and blues replace the bleached-out tans and grays of the stony desert. The sharp aroma of oily, bitter desert herbs is replaced with the sweeter fragrance of orange blossoms, dates, mints, and hibiscus.

It is not a mirage; there are some thousand artesian springs feeding into Siwa’s lakes and ponds, with two hundred of those springs directly irrigating some 3800 hectares of date palms, fruit trees, gardens and grain fields. The twenty thousand inhabitants of Siwa represent the largest human settlement for five hundred kilometers in any direction other than that of Marsa Matruh.

Notes:
  1. A more scientific account can be found in Agrobiodiversity change in a saharan desert oasis, 1919–2006: Historic shifts in tasiwit (Berber) and Bedouin crop inventories of Siwa, Egypt. []
  2. Working in Egypt for the British, he later went on to serve in Arizona, where he lived to be 100 years old. []

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September
1926

A road leads into Abyssinia through French Somalia. Therefore, after obtaining a visa to Eritrea I turned to the French consul in Rome with a request for a transit visa through Somalia. The consul stated that a transit visa did not guarantee entrance to Abyssinia; but nevertheless, after having seen my passport with Syrian, Moroccan, Algerian and Tunisian visas, he decided without second thoughts to immediately issue a transit visa, valid for a few days, through French Somalia, where a railroad runs from Djibouti on the coast of the Red Sea to the capital of Abyssinia, Addis Ababa. To find a steamer sailing to Djibouti, it was necessary to return to Marseilles from Rome and to cross the Mediterranean once more, but such is the custom in our time. One can only dream that mankind could return to the time of Marco Polo, when a traveller without visas was able to cross continents and oceans to the destination planned by him and be received everywhere as a welcome guest.

The voyage from Marseilles to Djibouti lasted for 9 long days. I passed Alexandria, Cairo and Port Said. At this time Gudzoni was working successfully in Egypt but I had only the pleasure of visiting the harbour cities and of observing the shores of Egypt during the passage through the Red Sea.

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1926

An expedition to Egypt should have been next in turn, but endless attempts to obtain a visa did not produce any positive results. In spite of all his influence the banker, Mossar, [1] was unable to obtain the necessary permission for me; and even the assistance given by Kurdali, the president of the Arabian Academy of Sciences in Damascus, led nowhere. The petitions of the greatest agronomists in England, Daniel Hall and John Russell, [2] did not help either.

I obtained rather courteous answers to my requests for a visa from Alexandria, signed by an English colonel who managed the admittance of foreigners, stating that, unfortunately, owing to the circumstances prevailing at present, it was impossible to allow me entry. My suggestion to have police escort me at my cost during my short expedition to the agricultural areas of Egypt was not accepted either. It was necessary to gather seeds in Egypt at any cost. So I engaged an intelligent Italian student, Gudzoni, to be my coworker. I prepared and outfitted him with the necessary material such as an aneroid barometer and means for collecting; told him to assemble all literature necessary; and sent him off to Egypt. Gudzoni carried out his mission conscientiously, while following the itinerary agreed upon through all the agricultural areas as far as to the Aswan dam in upper Egypt.

All attention was now directed toward obtaining visas for entering Abyssinia [now Ethiopia] and Eritrea. Preliminary discussions in Paris were not crowned with success. Madame de Vilmorin promised to write a letter to the French envoy in Addis Ababa which, as I was to learn later on, she did with the kindness typical of her. The difficulties were increased owing to the fact that at that time Abyssinia had no diplomatic representatives in Europe. Attempts to cable or write from different countries to the government of Abyssinia were also futile. My friend, the American agronomist Dr. Harland, [3] who had visited Abyssinia in 1923 and was pleased with the cheerful welcome of its ruler, tried on his part to help me from Washington, but apparently this, too, was just another voice crying in the wilderness of the Abyssinian bureaucracy. It began to look as though I would have to give up the utopian idea of getting into Abyssinia. But I could never reconcile myself to that, since according to all my theoretical hypotheses East Africa should be characterized by a special, cultivated flora, still unexplored and known only through scraps of floristic investigations.

The International Agricultural Institute in Rome, to which I was advised to turn, helped me obtain a visa to Eritrea, [then] an Italian colony, but stated that dealings with Abyssinia were beyond its capability. However, this was at least something and gave me a chance. In consideration of the difficulty of the situation, I decided to try the alternative of visiting Eritrea, situated alongside Abyssinia and from there attempt, if an opportunity presented itself, to penetrate into Abyssinia, although bitter experiences had shown that visa problems are most easily solved in major centres.

Notes:
  1. He was being treated at the Institut Pasteur in Paris and his brother was a prominent agronomist, see this post. []
  2. Sir Edward John Russell, Director of Rothamsted Experimental Station from 1912 to 1943. []
  3. Harry V. Harlan. []

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Gary Nabhan was in Russia last week to receive the Vavilov Memorial Medal at the Vavilov Institute of General Genetics in Moscow. He is only the second foreign scientist to receive this honour. In addition to delivering a lecture on Origins, Dispersal and Conservation of Domesticated Plants and Animals in Moscow and, later, St Petersburg, Gary found time to share his reflections after years of retracing Vavilov through the centres of food diversity, while writing the book Where Our Food Comes From, and after spending time with the staff of the Vavilov General Genetics Institute in Moscow and of the N.I. Vavilov Research Institute of Plant Industry (VIR) in St Petersburg.

Gary Nabhan in Russia to receive the Vavilov Memorial Medal

Gary Nabhan in Russia to receive the Vavilov Memorial Medal

I sit overlooking Saint Isaac’s Square, a few hundred meters from where Nikolay Vavilov managed the first and perhaps the most massive effort in human history to document and conserve the world’s food biodiversity. I have had the rare opportunity of seeing the seedbank in the basement of Vavilov’s institute, and of leafing through the herbarium sheets, where one can see the master’s hand on collections of plants from the deserts, the steppes and the rainforests. And I have seen the photos there of those who perished while protecting the seeds for the benefit of all of humankind

I have also spoken with his surviving descendants: his only living son, Yuri, and with VIR’s director, Nikolay Dzyubenko, who continues to manage the tremendous scientific effort begun many decades ago. They remain committed to Nikolay Vavilov’s vision, but why? Political and economic support for such conservation has waxed and waned over the years, and there are always new challenges and frustrations.

Oddly, it seems that a certain emotional, philosophical and perhaps spiritual commitment to this work has seldom waned among its participants. One quickly realizes that these people are not necessarily in it for the money, the social approval of professional peers, nor the fame, if any!

Instead, they find something inherently and immensely satisfying about saving the remaining living riches of the world’s agricultural landscapes and cultures: the seeds, fruits and roots which feed us. They are working for a higher purposes, for the good of humanity, and if the work is done properly, the good of the earth itself.

If any scientist wished to be inspired to a higher cause, perhaps no one was more equipped to do so than Nikolay Vavilov. He was breathtakingly handsome and elegant yet field-worthy; he was visionary, yet articulate and a lover of detail; he was charismatic, tireless and intense, yet approachable. He would listen to farmer, muleskinner, camel drover and evolutionary biologist, and absorb their stories.

And yet, what ultimately inspires us today to continue with such efforts is not Vavilov’s ghost from the past, but the promise of a more equitable and nourishing food community for the future. We hope that our children and their children beyond them will eat well without damaging the very soil and soul of the earth itself.

And we know that in the recent past, some forms of agriculture have done such damage. Since Vavilov’s time, we have lost three-quarters of the former genetic base of our crops and livestock, squandering the diversity of flavours and fragrances by assuming that fossil fuel and fossil groundwater could be consumed without end to produce more food. Today, agriculture is responsible for generating half of the human-induced emissions of greenhouse gases to grow our food and fibre. We can do better. We can wean ourselves from our addictions to fossil fuel and groundwater, but only if we renew our commitment to wisely steward the natural resources and the cultural wisdom that has accumulated in our agricultural landscapes over the last ten millennia.

With rapid global climate change upon us, we need a greater diversity of seeds, breeds, fruits and roots out in our fields, adapting to the dynamic conditions there, more than ever before. Food diversity is no longer a luxury; its careful use and stewardship are once again a necessity if we are to feed future generations so that they can not survive but thrive. Vavilov pointed the way; we must not dwell so much on him as a signpost, but move to where he was pointing.

Congratulations to Gary, and our thanks for this missive.

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Couscous just about everywhere

by Jeremy on January 15, 2010 · 1 comment

The late editor of a prestigious science journal once remarked to me that “being a journalist in Washington [DC] was like trying to take a sip from a firehose. Possibly not original, it applies in spades to life on the internet. There are massive torrents of information, and you can get hosed. Dabbling around for information on couscous brought me to two articles on a site I didn’t know about before, The art and mystery of food. There I found two items on couscous, British Couscous and The Curious Case of SE-Asian Couscous.

Read them there, I urge you, for insights into the ways foods are absorbed, embraced and ultimately in some cases abandoned. I mention them here for two particular reasons. The first is that the British sometimes made their couscous with rice, which rather neatly subverts Vavilov’s notion that couscous was rice made with wheat. The second article turns Vavilov’s reasoning on its head, and wonders about how the words and techniques associated with kuskus in SE Asian got there. Fascinating stuff.

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