John Prioleau
Published: 1923
Total Pages: 418
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To some of the readers of the following pages I feel, unlike most writers of travel books, that I need offer no apology for adding yet one more to the swelling army of these. They have brought it upon themselves. During the six months when I drove my car from London to Genoa, from Genoa to Marrakesh, from Marrakesh to Kairuan, from Kairuan to Gibraltar, Seville, Madrid, the Pyrenees and home through France, I was the embarrassed recipient of scores of letters from kindly folk all over the world asking me to put into a book with pictures the adventures of Imshi which I have had the honour to describe in the columns of the Daily Mail as we went along. I have tried to give them what I thought they asked for. To the other readers I have only one excuse to offer. I believed that that very considerable body of the motoring public of Great Britain and Ireland who, with me, look upon a car, and especially a post-war car, as something which should be fit to take its owner all over the world where roads exist, might like to have first-hand evidence of motoring conditions in the Countries of the Sun since the terror of war swept over them. I have no notion of attributing to Imshi the qualities of an explorer. -- Preface ([7]-8).
