Back in the 60s, my partner's mother drove all the way from London to Afghanistan in a tiny Fiat 500. This was a family of four!
The past really is a foreign country sometimes.
That's impressive!
My grandmother took 2 or 3 of her kids, on her own, on the train from London to southern Italy a couple of times a year with the same kind of stoicism as people take the bus into town these days. They were built different
Robert Byron, in The Road to Oxiana, describes a 1930s trip to present-day Afghanistan. But I believe he started the automobile portion in Tehran.