In 1971 I went on a trip across the Atlantic. I spent a few days in Germany, then joined my father, who was at a conference in Istanbul. Afterwards we took a tour of historical sights on the Aegean coast of Turkey. Then we visited one of Dad’s friends in Hungary for a few days before flying home to Chicago.
I have a lot of photographs from Germany and Turkey, but none from Hungary. I do not recall why. It may be that I had run out of film and could not buy any in Hungary, which at that time was behind the Iron Curtail.
At one point in Hungary I took a trip on a train with signage in four languages, none of which were English. Not a problem. At that time I could get by in German or Russian, both of which were used.