Mid Morning, somewhere in the Portuguese
countryside. “This is amazing!” says Emily. “Are these gauges correct? We’re going
fifteen miles an hour?”
“Pretty impressive isn’t it. According
to Mr. Hoskins this vehicle is capable of bursts of speed up to twenty-five
miles an hour. Depending upon the weight it’s carrying.” Suleiman says. “At
this rate we should be in Gibraltar in time to catch the ferry to Morocco.”
The trip proceeds uneventfully and
soon the couple arrives in Gibraltar. Not long after Emily, Suleiman and the “Horse”
are onboard the final ferry bound for Morocco. A short trip across calm blue
waters and the ferry heads into a small harbor on the northern coast of
Morocco.
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