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.
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.
Flashback: CKM and the Golden Month in Hungary (September 2011)
There are some trips that stick to your ribs, and then there is September 2011 in Hungary.