So anyway, I have been to and returned from Acapulco, using my motorised wheelchair. Along with a friend, I dragged my disability of quadriplegia screaming and crying (not kicking though due to the whole paralysis thing) through one hundred and ninety million Customs areas, rain, humidity, arguments with airline staff, a canceled flight, a $600 taxi ride that fails to leave me, a near death experience, way too much alcohol, cigarettes (even though I allegedly gave up many years ago) and many other adventures.
All of which I saw as positive and part of the experience that was meant to be. Even when my wheelchair ran out of power.
Adventure 1 (adventures are not in order of journey as I'm not that organised) - also known as 'Um. How Am I Going To Get Off This Plane?'.
The last leg of the flights into Acapulco. This was after a 14 hour flight from Australia to LA, seven hours waiting in LA's grotty little outdated Mexico terminal, and a flight to Mexico City. I was by now a dirty, sweaty, deluded, Red Bull affected woman.
Forgive me if I was flagging in confidence at this point. After asking the staff in Mexico City about access on the plane and realising that a lot more Spanish speaking ability would have helped me, I, along with other confused tourists, were herded outside of the airport into the drizzling gloom.
There we boarded buses. Yes that confused me at least. Had I booked a bus to Acapulco?
No. I had not.
Approximately 1 minutes drive later, the bus stopped and I drove my wheelchair down the ramp. I screeched to a halt. I looked up. I though 'Oh dear. Nothing good can come of this'.....
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT;)Edited: 01 March 2010, 09:29