Banja Luka, Bosnia-Herzogivna’s second largest city, might sound exotic, but it could be any other city in Europe. Apart from one key difference – a lack of cars.

We arrived late Thursday night in the pouring rain so it was predictably empty, but when the sun rose and rain cleared on Friday morning a rush hour that was a rush everywhere but on the roads was revealed.

The roads themselves are very wide and lack the kind of clear markings Western European drivers might be used to. It’s a bit of a free for all but it seems to work.

Heading north out of Banja Luka, we experienced our first dual carriageway since Croatia – there’s a toll at the end of it but it’s unmanned, and like the fuel stations around it, it’s in a state of disrepair. Disrepair is also the condition of the Banja Luka Autodrome, our next discovery. Sadly, it’s gated shut, so there was no chance of a quick blast around the circuit.

Bosnia’s long, sweeping roads through towns and villages in the north east in the country reveal a rather disproportionate amount of salvage yards for wrecked cars. Perhaps that’s not a surprise given the amount of roadside graves and general age of condition of the average Bosnian car, but still, the roads just don’t seem busy enough to have chewed up and spat out so many motors.

It’s through these areas where our Qashqai felt conspicuous. Spotting a modern Audi A4 or Mercedes E-class is a noteworthy event here, so the way the locals pointed at our white, UK-registered Nissan Qashqai shouldn’t have been a surprise. 

More scars of the Bosnia war were revealed as we approached the area near where the borders of Bosnia, Croatia and Serbia clash. The town of Derventa marked another change in landscape, where the buildings were still riddled with bullet holes, and whole villages north were destroyed.

 We spotted bullet-holed buildings right the way to the Bosnia-Croatia border town of Slavonski Brod, where an hour-long queue was waiting for us. It suddenly vanished and everyone was waved out of Bosnia and into Croatia (not before a Croatian customs official took a keen interest into why we had two spare wheels on the back seats of the Nissan).

A return to Croatia meant a return to EU-funded motorways. We ended up on one heading north in the far north east of the country heading to nowhere in particular, where for 25 miles we didn’t see a single other car in the distance, or have one pass us. 

Hungary was next, and more sparsely populated EU-funded motorways. It might seem pointless having all these roads, but then it might prove to be a masterstroke to build them for the future. After all, Britain has been hampered by an under-developed road network that never had much future-proofing applied.

 On the run into Budapest, the cruise control speed wasn't adjusted or interrupted for more than one hour; a refreshing change from the five minutes in the UK you can normally do on cruise control before someone cuts you up.

Budapest marked my final stop on the trip, before deputy editor Matt Burt takes the wheel to Istanbul, and back again. The wet Friday evening rush hour into the city witnessed the most manic road conditions yet; but the Qashqai’s commanding driving position and ability to nip into gaps thanks to its torquey engine came into its own again.

In my five days on the road, this car has got under my skin. It’s got the basics nailed – a comfortable ride and a refined and strong engine chief among them – and then finds the right blend of comfort and dynamic competence to make it an enjoyable car to drive. It’s not necessarily fun, but it does what’s asked of it and breeds a different kind of engagement.

 Then there are all the little touches you notice after 1800 miles on the road. The sat-nav’s ease of use; the nice control weights; the effective heater; the arm rests being at the right height for both arms; there being a good foot rest off the clutch; the wide boot opening; decent-sized cup holders. I could go on…

I'm having a few unfamiliar car niggles, too. I seem to have an issue finding third gear in the gate sometimes; I keep forgetting to press the button to open the fuel filler cap. But in terms of a car to live with day to day – and our route is taking it to the extreme – it’s comfortably the best car in its class.

Lots of manufacturers have done crossovers, but no-one had really done one well that didn’t compromise somewhere. Nissan’s done it with the new Qashqai, and I have no doubt it will continue to shine all the way to Istanbul and back.

You can follow our daily progress on Twitter at @mtisshaw and @autocar.

New Nissan Qashqai from Sunderland to Istanbul, day one

New Nissan Qashqai from Sunderland to Istanbul, day two

New Nissan Qashqai from Sunderland to Istanbul, day three

New Nissan Qashqai from Sunderland to Istanbul, day four