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
October 3, 2011 (Retrospective)
We realized that Hungary isn't a "luxury" destination. It’s a messy, spicy, filling one. You don't go to Hungary to relax. You go to argue about goulash, to soak in 40°C water while playing chess, and to realize that "CKM" stands for "Crisis Management King/Queen." We ended up sleeping on a stranger’s porch in