Ckm - September 2011 Hungary 💫

We ended up sleeping on a stranger’s porch in . The stranger, an old fisherman named István, brought us blankets and halászlé (fisherman’s soup). He didn’t speak English. CKM didn’t speak Hungarian. But we all understood "good soup." The Takeaway Looking back at the photos, September 2011 was a weird month. The Euro was tanking, there were protests in Budapest for a few days, and we had to navigate riot police to get to the Great Market Hall. But CKM just laughed it off.

There are some trips that stick to your ribs, and then there is September 2011 in Hungary. CKM - September 2011 Hungary

If you’re reading this, I still have the bottle of Unicum . I’m not drinking it without you. Thanks for the flat tire, the paprika hangover, and the best September of my life. Did you travel with a "CKM" in 2011? Or were you in Hungary that month? Drop a comment below. We ended up sleeping on a stranger’s porch in

Long story short: CKM gave a 10/10 to a 70-year-old woman’s dried sausage. She was so happy she kissed us on both cheeks and forced a liter of homemade pálinka into our backpack. We were functionally useless by 2:00 PM. We took a day trip down to the "Hungarian Sea"— Lake Balaton . The water was still swimmable in September, just barely. We rented clunky old bikes to ride along the north shore. CKM didn’t speak Hungarian

Budapest & The Hungarian Countryside

This is where the nickname "CKM" became a curse word. About 8km in, we hit a gravel patch near Tihany. CKM swerved to avoid a hedgehog (noble, stupid), and the bike chain snapped. We spent four hours trying to fix it with a Swiss Army knife and a hair tie. We missed the last ferry back.