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On our first real wheelchair holiday, we set off for Canada, skiing. EaZyD was his usual disorganised self and had lost his driving licence! After a panic-stricken, unsuccessful, emergency search, we finally got to the airport at 1.20pm, for a 1.30pm flight. I was hyperventilating. EaZyD was blaming me for not reminding him more than ten times of the departure time, which he thought was 3.30pm???
We made it on board. Great flight, but never go to the loo on a plane if you're paralysed. Their idea of a loo for the disabled is to have the door open into the galley - so all the lucky economy passengers get to watch you and your partner struggle to cope with the tiny space given whilst preserving some semblance of modesty for you. As an old hospital lag, I was reasonably happy to let them share the experience - like the builders on the roof opposite my regular hospital, who only know me by my, well, lets not be too explicit - but EaZyD insisted on as much privacy as we could get!
At Calgary, we booked into the Airport hotel, knowing we had to sort the driving licence issue out quickly. By the time we got to the room, EaZyD had lost both our passports and my wallet! I think I was laughing at this point. His usual luck held up, however, and my passport was handed into the hotel, the other bits to airport lost property. So, we then just had to set the alarm every three hours to check in with the DVLC and car hire company. Would you believe, we finally got this sorted out and set off to Lake Louise? Welcome to Canada.
The holiday was a breeze. The hotel had tons of places to eat and was fantastically accessible – lots of skiers use wheelchairs on holiday.
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