Episode 1-3: Around Europe with Peugeot 207 in 80 days – Part I

There are different ways to travel, maybe there is a special travel style for each person, which is in accordance with the taste and personality of that person. In this episode, we are going to travel around Europe in 80 days with a private car, a long and difficult journey, and of course full of strange and fascinating adventures. Every journey is a challenge and every challenge is the beginning of a change in life, so join me in this new challenge.

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One afternoon around sunset, she was tired and sad from the daily life of women walking towards home, she didn’t want to continue anymore, everything smelled old, she put her hand in her pocket and saw that the salary she had just received was still the size of a week away. She is satisfied with everything, she changed her path and moved towards an endless road, she went and went and went…

How many of these fantasies have you made with yourself that one day we will pack our backpacks and go to a place where we don’t belong. Benyamin is one of those people who made this dream come true and stepped on the endless road, and it can even be said beyond. Benyamin is the only one who has traveled the continent of Europe with his Peugeot 207 car, so let’s hear the story from his own words.

Hello to those who set their own path for adventure and mission. My name is Benyamin, a thirty-five-year-old traveler, travel writer and someone who likes to share the events that happen in his travels with his people. I had a very difficult life before I was twenty-two years old, and I don’t like my life between eighteen and twenty-two years old at all. One day after I failed to become a football player, I finally decided to emigrate and without telling my family, I took a backpack and packed only one hundred eight dollars and fifty sixty thousand tomans and went to the train station of Tabriz city on Friday. I remember exactly that I went without a ticket in my hand, waiting for the train that was supposed to come from Tehran and go to Istanbul. I didn’t care at all what was going to happen to me, I just wanted to get on this train. I still didn’t have a ticket in my hand. I went to the ticket officer and told him that I need a ticket. He said that I don’t have a ticket yet because you have to wait until the last minute. Maybe if no one comes and leaves the train, you can get on. Because the train was full, it was getting close to 9 o’clock and I was looking at the passengers waving to their families and getting on the train with a smile, and I said to myself, no matter what happens, I have to get on this train even if I have to sneak in. Because I had made my own decision and I didn’t want to be in Iran in the same situation as what happened to me. My hopes were slowly fading, the train blew its whistle, and I noticed for a moment that this ticket seller was tapping on the window with a pen and saying in Turkish, “Get your passport, son.” I felt like the world was giving me a passport. He gave me a three-page ticket like a checkbook. A paper with my name written on it with a pen and he gave me this ticket. You can’t believe that I went to the train and when I arrived, I gave the ticket to the agent and sat on the first step of the train. Until I sat down, the train door was closed and the train started to leave, and I punched the rough iron body of the train and said, “Damn you, you are taking me to Istanbul with you.” I didn’t care where my place was, I didn’t care where the seat was, with whom I should share a compartment, and the train was going to take three days to Istanbul, but the only thing that was important and I felt that this train was going to change my life and my wishes may come true.