Traveling with physical disabilities is different. Still, like all travel, a good attitude is required. I recently traveled from North Carolina, USA to Hanoi, Vietnam. Coming back, I got to relive Friday twice! Cool how that works, simply cross the international dateline west to east. I walk at home and work but not the airport. Most of the time, the distances are too far. I'd still be making my way through LAX if I were on foot. This is a little about the airport experience.
On the way, I had my own wheelchair. This was good because I could get in and out of it with little or no help. It was comfortable and dependable (it later went places few wheelchairs have been before). When I got on a new plane, the chair would go below and be brought up for the next leg of the trip. This is important because different airports have different types of wheelchairs. I got a low rider once in South Korea and had to hold my legs up the whole time! I made it so what the hell. I do better on planes but I'm getting older.
From the door of the plane, I can walk to my seat. I board early and leave last. Works well for me. I did have to get help getting up from my seat, which was new for me. Older, heavier and weaker, no excuses. I hope that changes by my next trip. I'm working on that already. I still got up a few times on the trans-Pacific flight. Ya need to move around some. Siting 14 hours is just bad for you and your bladder will insist. It also breaks the time up. Beware! Big airplanes still have tiny bathrooms! I barely had room to stand and get the door shut. Turbulence takes the relief break to a whole new level. There's not much to hang on to. On that long flight I would not say I slept well but I cat napped here and there. When the last leg of the trip was over, The wife and I breezed through security to her waiting family.
There will be more soon.
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