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::: Ella Maillart :::

VOYAGE, VOYAGE

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Ella ‘Kini’ Maillart was an ardent traveller, a bride of the wind and a storyteller, like the world had not seen before. 2017 sees the 80th publishing anniversary of her Forbidden Journey from Peking to Kashmir. Let us celebrate the occasion and take in the sweeping panorama of her adventurous life story.

(This text was included in the collection of the Fonds Ella Maillart at the Bibliothèque de Genève by the Association Les amis d’Ella Maillart, in 2019)

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W
ho was Ella Maillart?

Firstly, she was as free as the breeze. She also was one of the great travellers of the 20th Century and lived life to the fullest and on her own terms. Thirdly, she was a pioneer: As a photographer, as a connaisseuse of the Far East, as a self-marketing publicist, and as a woman far ahead of her time: independent, fierce and astute.

Fellow travellers and sisters in spirit, daring and dashing women, who inspired the desire to visit (or at least dream of) certain far places, would be Amelia Earhart, Karen Blixen, Alexandra David-Néel, Freya Stark, Gertrude Bell, and Edith Wharton. Ella Maillart’s athletic upbringing in Switzerland, her meandering across Asia and her reclusive later years in a mountain chalet speak of a person who was focused, before anything else, on one thing: Truthfulness to her nature.

If one would like to pin her down on a job, there were many – and not many things infuriated her more than being pinned down. So, let us take note that during her life she was, for a few months, a French teacher in Wales (who spoke no Welsh and hardly any English, which must have estranged her in that community at least as much as among Mongolian nomads), she also worked as an actress, stuntwoman, sculptor’s model, secretary, photographer, travel journalist, lecturer, and, in later years, as a tour guide. Maillart was the author of eight books and left 16,000 photographs of her journeys to the Musée de l’Élysée in Lausanne.

In her home village of choice, Chandolin, in the Swiss canton of Valais, she spent the autumn of her life in a cosy book- and antiques-filled chalet, named Atchala (after Shiva’s unmovable mountain of the Ramayana) built into the steep, grassy mountainside. To this day she is regarded by the villagers as a celebrity, if not as a local saint.

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The daughter of a well-to-do fur trader from Geneva and his sportive Danish wife, Ella Maillart is born in 1903 and grows up in luxurious loneliness: A sickly child, she feasts on adventure books and topographical maps and grows hungry for horizons. Her busy and socially-minded parents leave her pretty much to her own devices and let little ‘Kini’ go her way.

Little Kini: Ella Maillart, aged eight, in Geneva

Her way soon leads her to the yachtsmen and sailors of Lake Geneva who teach her and her best friend Hermine (“Miette”) de Saussure, the daughter of a French naval officer, how to maintain and navigate a sailing boat. The two girls learn about independence and responsibility and fall in love with the elating sensation of casting off, the light sparkling on the waves of the lake and the unrestrained, almost personal presence of the wind – who may turn out to become Ella Maillart’s trustiest companion throughout life.

Ella and Miette win their first sailing race at age 13, and around the age of twenty, these two tough vagabonds of the Sea sail from Cannes to Corsica, then to Sardinia, Sicily, and Greece. They even try to sail to the South Pacific on Miette’s yawl Atalante but have to turn around as soon as the coast of Brittany disappears behind them because Miette has fallen seriously ill. After her recovery, Miette marries and the idea is abandoned.

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© Ella Maillart

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Still, Ella Maillart continues to sail the Atlantic as a deckhand under a contract of English boat owners, and she represents Switzerland in the single-handed sailing competition at the 1924 Olympic Games. Among competitors from 17 nations, she places ninth – the only woman in the competition. At the time, she is also captain of Switzerland’s Women’s Field Hockey Team.

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© Les Voyages Extraordinaires d’Ella Maillart / Still Image

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“The vastness of Lake Geneva certainly inspired me to see the immensity of the Asian plains.”

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When winter whitens the Swiss Alps, and the vast, almost marine expanse of Lake Geneva is partly covered with ice, young Ella turns to skiing, which then is still an eccentric pastime of the English aristocracy. Soon, she races as a member of the Swiss National Team at four World Championships from 1930 to 1934.

Black eye, blue soul: Ella Maillart, showing traces of competitive alpine ski racing

Restless, as well as informed by keen social awareness, she harbors deep doubts about the belligerent materialism of Europe and its siege mentality. She realizes that tenurial possession leads to judgemental immobility and spiritual stagnation – just as a body not moving enough develops cancer, a mind not moving enough develops depression, and a culture not moving enough develops fascism.

Ella wants to leave Europe behind, “and go as far as possible.” In her autobiographical book Cruises and Caravans, she writes: “Sometimes I believe that skiing is responsible for having made me a rolling stone. Except when I was sailing or skiing I felt lost, only half alive. Everything I saw or read was depressing. The ‘war to end war’ was bringing in its train compromise, artificial ideals, and palavers that failed to establish real peace. Growing uneasiness and lack of security seemed to confirm what Spengler had called the ‘decline of the West’. ”

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Eastern Exposure

When Ella Maillart, a self-declared worshipper of Helios, takes the advice to write about Russia’s youth in 1929, she doesn’t yet know that this excursion will set her on her blazing trail towards the rising sun for a lifetime. In Berlin, she meets Jack London’s widow Charmian, who sees the glint in her eye, and who helps her out with $ 50.-, so Ella can continue on to Moscow, where the Countess Tolstoy gladly puts her up.

She travels to the Caucasus Mountains with a group of Russian students and walks through the secret valley of Svanetia. On her way back to Europe she also visits Crimea to recuperate from a vicious dog bite and crosses the Black Sea. The result of this mere warm-up trip is her first book Among Russian Youth (Parmi la jeunesse russe; Fasquelle Editeurs, Paris 1932). Ella Maillart’s appetite is now whetted for the Great Wide Open of the Far East. “The more I travel,” she confesses, “the more I realize, I know nothing, the more I want to travel. (…) One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.”

In 1932 Ella Maillart journeys to Russian Turkestan by train via Moscow. There she observes that the industrialized communist regime is destroying the ancient nomadic lifestyle just like Mao Tse Tung’s communist expansion will all but exterminate the ways of nomadic tribes in Tibet thirty years on.

 

Vulture man: One of Ella Maillart’s most famous photos of a tribesman hunting with large birds of prey

 

She crosses Kirghizstan on horseback as far as the Celestial Mountains of the T’ien Shan. There she climbs a mountain of 5000 meters and skis down its flanks on makeshift skis. She explores Tashkent and Samarkand and rides down the Amu Daria.
On a camel, she crosses, solo (!), the Desert of Red Sands, trying to avoid dangerous Soviet checkpoints. All this in her late twenties, without a cell phone, GPS, Google Earth, or any expedition equipment to speak of. A bad case of dysentery or a broken limb could have killed her, and nobody would have heard from her ever again. But however arduous the conditions, they allowed her to immerse herself in a foreign world in a way that is hardly possible anymore in our age.

Across the passes of the sun-beaten highlands, Ella catches a glance of the yellow immensity of Takla Makan, literally meaning “the abandoned place”. Following the motto of her life, she vows to return one day to northwest China and to explore this forbidden desert in tricky-to-travel Xinjang: “Nobody can go? Then I shall go!” Her account appears under the title Turkestan Solo (Des Monts célestes aux Sables rouges; Grasset, Paris 1934) in English and German. The book puts Ella Maillart on the map as a travel writer.

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Ella Maillart in 1933, after her return from Russia and Turkestan

It takes a powerful will, and even more, an unusual level of fitness to even consider the journeys by foot, horse, or camel which Ella Maillart has become famous for. It seems like her childhood years spent reading books on geography and travel literature, and her sportive teenage years were the perfect preparation for a life of frugality, endurance, and hardship.

Ella Maillart can be described as an impersonation of a unique mental and physical force. It even shows in her gaze and her dynamic stride on films from her later years: the transfixing clarity of her sapphirine eyes, the warmth and generosity of her personality, the springiness and vitality of her walk, and her quick-witted, alert presence.

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“It is always our self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.”

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During her many travels among tribal and nomadic peoples, she learns to produce and erect a tent from sheep- and camel wool, make fire under the worst circumstances, medicate a camel’s sore and maggot-infested back, walk 40 km without eating, exude chirpy confidence in dealing with proud, and often hard, local men, and strike friendships with the women among the tribespeople. She also champions the efficiency of killing fleas by biting them in two with her front teeth. In her lucid introduction to Maillart’s Turkestan Solo, Dervla Murphy writes: “Sleeping under the stars is romantic but at –25°C with an almost empty belly, it takes what most of us haven’t got.”

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Forbidden Journey

The next chance to prove that she has what it takes offers itself to Ella Maillart in 1934. In a London nightclub, she has a few beers with the suave journalist and travel writer Peter Fleming (1907 – 1971; the elder brother of James-Bond-creator Ian Fleming), together with whom she is invited to a party given by a mutual orientalist friend. “How do I get into the Soviet Republic in South China?” she asks Fleming, who is then The Times’ China correspondent. “You don’t,” he answers, explaining to her the physical dangers and bureaucratic obstacles of this remote and historically war-torn region, especially after the recent Kumul Rebellion. As they part that evening, she swings around once more: “See you in China, probably.” “Yes. See you in China…” answers Fleming, recognizing that special glint in her eye.

 

English first edition of Forbidden Journey, 1938

 

The unlikely pair, cast like characters in a Hugo Pratt graphic novel, meet again in the spring of 1935 in Manchukuo and embark together on a 3,500-mile journey across China from East to West. Ella’s shopping provisions for the small caravan, taken in Peking (Beijing) include: coffee, cacao, jam, chocolate, curry, macaroni, porridge, mostrich, and five to six bottles of cognac for cold days or for hours of defeat, plus four boxes of tobacco “for the gentleman”.
It is not quite clear who takes whom along on this pioneering adventure: the corresponding gentleman the vigorous adventuress or vice versa. Only preceding their encounter shortly, both writers have written travel narratives with titles that emphasize their respective author’s rogue tendencies: Fleming with One’s Company, and Maillart with Turkestan Solo.

Yet both sense that the other one would be not only useful but perfectly complementary: As a citizen of Switzerland, Ella can’t rely on the infrastructure and social connections of the British Empire – an inhibition to her solo plans of course, which is greatly eased by Fleming’s company. A well-paid British journalist and a smart dealer with the Chinese authorities and their provincial civil servants, whose languages he speaks better than Ella, Fleming is also a good shot with his .22-calibre rook rifle.

Ella’s gifts to this functional marriage of plans: She can speak Russian, mend small wounds, prepare and grill game on small brush-fed fires, and she knows the caravan life. Also, she has learned to “put a good face on, even at the last gasp”.

Clearly, the success of this seven-month journey is due to the fact that Fleming and Maillart did not find each other all too attractive. If Hollywood had made a film out of this adventure, it would have constructed a perfect vehicle for a tough and quickwitted Katherine Hepburn and a spoiled, slightly goofy Cary Grant in the golden days of Tinseltown; nowadays Maillart and Fleming could be embodied, quite fittingly, by Scarlett Johannson and, say, Eddie Redmayne.

As a matter of fact, ‘Kini’ has quite a cinematic entrance in Fleming’s News from Tartary (1936):
“Night had fallen. Electric lights, wan and uncertain, lit the interior of the dining car. (…) An English couple was deploring the length and discomforts of the journey to Kankow. ‘Well, there’s only another twenty-four hours.’ ‘Darling, I don’t think I should eat that fish if I were you. It’s much safer to stick to boiled food on these trains. You know what happened to Elsie…’ ‘Very well, dear. Boy!’
The door behind me opened and Kini came in.
‘I’ve slept for eighteen hours’, she said. ‘Let’s eat.’ ”

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A landscape between Golmud and Koko Nor, China, on Peter Fleming’s and Ella Maillart’s 1935 expedition route gives an impression of the enormity of the Inner Asiatic plains

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Whereas Fleming describes Ella gallantly as the heroine of his book – and is endlessly impressed by her tough-as-nails-nature – she lovingly but sarcastically employs him in her account of the trip as an entertaining, spleen-inclined character, coming off as a slightly pompous, pomaded, pipe-smoking public-school-Peter-Pan. He arrives on the scene already angry because he could not shoot a tiger on the way from Vladivostok to Manchukuo. On the other hand, she likes his wicked humor and his cold pragmatism (which he seems to have in common with his younger brother Ian), and realizes, most importantly, that Peter is born under a lucky star.

Their trek leads them to the Buddhist lamasery of Kumbum, along the enormous emerald mirror of the Koko Nor salt lake, across the northern edge of the Tibetan plateau and the southern rim of the Takla Makan desert, passing by the Pamir mountains and the Karakoram to reach Kashgar and Srinagar where Islam and Buddhism meet, and finally the Indian Himalayas. While Fleming’s account of the journey, News from Tartary, is polished and witty, dismissing the substantial difficulties (heat, dying pack animals, border guards, thugs, thunderstorms, and food poisoning) with off-the-cuff irony, Ella’s book Forbidden Journey is written for the ages.

 

Days in the desert: Ella Maillart and Peter Fleming sticking to their (however altruistic) routines of preparing food and playing patience

 

One could argue that her Swiss citizenship made her free as a writer (at least freer than Fleming, whose every paragraph is written to the greater glory of the empire): Her travelogues don’t touch on borders with colonial discourse, they are also more emotional, more marginal and do not have to please any Anglocentric expectations.

In comparison to her companion, she is also the more empathetic narrator, having heartfelt compassion for man, woman, child, and beast – particularly for her sick horse Slalom, which she has to leave behind at some point.

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Fleming (l.) and Maillart (r.) in September 1935, at Gilgit, Baltistan, after completing their 3,500-mile journey throughout Western China

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Ella Maillart also ponders the ecological impact that even a small (relatively) modern expedition creates in the nomadic and semi-nomadic cultures they encounter on their trail: “Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen. In many places we traveled through in China and in Kashmir in 1935, we were the first polluters. We were the ones who stirred the locals’ desire for matches, for a primus cooker which I used to prepare our meals, or for a camera – all of them things they had not seen before.”

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New Horizons

Ella’s book, Forbidden Journey (Oasis interdites), written on a sojourn in Lebanon, is published in 1937 and becomes a bestseller. This allows her a certain financial freedom, which of course she uses to see the world. At this point in her life, no words put her better in a nutshell than those of the French writer Paul Morand: “The woman I mean is dressed in lambskin boots and gloved in mittens, her skin burnt by mountain air and desert winds, exploring inaccessible regions of the earth in the company of Chinese, Tibetans, Russians, and Englishmen whose socks she mends, whose wounds she heals, and with whom she sleeps in all innocence under the stars … This woman is Ella Maillart.”

She travels widely as a reporter for Le Petit Parisien in Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, and India by ways of lorry-hopping, and embarks on a small, but successful reading tour through Europe. Her appreciation as an author remains a hard battle, as writing never comes easily to her: “You know too well that you fail to express the most important things, which are forever elusive.”

It’s hard to tell if Ella Maillart was a traveling writer or a writing traveler. In her books, she describes her adventures with candor – funny, flinty, and fresh. She has an eye for atmospheres and for the graphic appeal of landscapes, and she makes up for stylistic sophistication with a gift of observation, detailing the hardships of people she befriends on her grand tours of Inner Asia. Ella Maillart: “I write with the eyes of the photographer. With eyes that just love to see. To see this incredible mystery that is life.”

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The untamed beauty of the Hindukush Mountains, Afghanistan
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The Cruel Way: Annemarie Schwarzenbach (l.) and her rather desperate-looking guardian angel, Ella Maillart (r.), on the road to Afghanistan

The two women set off from Geneva in a small Ford and drive to Istanbul, Teheran, and on to Kabul via the northern route through Afghanistan. On arrival in Kabul, World War II breaks out, and they unhappily split up. Ella’s sobering account is published under the fitting title The Cruel Way: Two Women and a Ford in Afghanistan (La voie cruelle). Schwarzenbach travels on to northern Afghanistan, then returns to Europe and dies three years later in a bicycle accident.

Ella continues to South India and spends the next six years near an Ashram in the region of Madras, with a cat, immortalized in her book Ti-Puss. She meditates, writes, hears the lectures of Atmananda Krishna Menon in Kerala, and modestly lives from her royalties. After the war ends in 1945, she returns to Europe and builds her chalet in Chandolin, where she spends six months every year “from the last to the first snows”, and travels the rest of the year.

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Indian morning scene in Amritsar, early 1940s      © Ella Maillart

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“I have always loved to dawdle as if I had an eternity before me.”

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In 1951 she goes to Kathmandu and to the Bagmati and Langtang regions of Nepal, which has just opened its borders to foreigners. With the help of Toni Hagen, a Swiss geologist and a pioneer of development assistance, she treks to Melamchi Valley and the sacred Gosainkunda Lake and gets to know the multi-cultural Himalayan kingdom. This first visit to Nepal she turns into a book, illustrated with her own photographs: The Land of the Sherpas. Until 1987, she will have returned to the roof of the world at least forty times as a guide for small tourist groups.

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Space, light, clarity: Rippling patterns on the shallows of Peiku-Tso in Tibet. Ella Maillart visited this region in 1987

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xxWhen not abroad, she cherishes the vistas of Chandolin, “inundated with sun and silence”, and keeps up her spiritual practice of what is known as “relaxed gaze”: “I have always loved to dawdle as if I had an eternity before me.”

The last visit to her beloved Asia brings Ella Maillart to the beaches of Goa in 1994, three years before her death. On dying, she remarks: “You just stop breathing. What’s so frightening about that?”

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Ella Maillart in her library in Chandolin

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Sources:

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www.ellamaillart.ch

– Sara Steinert Borella ::: The Travel Narratives of Ella Maillart

– Trailer: Les voyages extraordinaires d’Ella Maillart 

Les itinéraires d’Ella Maillart (Documentary and interviews in French)

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The journeys of Ella Maillart