Ckm - September 2011 Hungary «2K 2024»

I’ve been meaning to write this up for a few weeks, but honestly, I needed the dust to settle. I was traveling with —for those of you who don’t know the acronym, it’s either a very serious project code or the initials of the most chaotic, wonderful travel partner I’ve ever had. (I’ll let you guess which).

Flashback: CKM and the Golden Month in Hungary (September 2011) CKM - September 2011 Hungary

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. I’ve been meaning to write this up for

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." Flashback: CKM and the Golden Month in Hungary