Disabled? We are here to try and show that living in a wheelchair doesn't mean you should sit idly at home waiting for the next day to come. We believe that's when attitude becomes the real disability. Life is what you make of it. Live life to the full while you can. Our solution for getting out of the house has been to try a little adventure travel.
Here we are in Zambia. We have been here for around a week now.  The first few days were our scheduled rest days after the flights we took to get to Livingstone. We took two filghts. Firstly a direct flight from Sydney to Johannesburg in South Africa, and secondly a flight from Johannesburg to Livingstone in Zambia. The flight from Johannesburg to Livingstone was the harder of the two. The plane was much smaller and to get me in and out was almost worth the expense in itself. At Johannesburg we had a specially designed lift truck which had a crew of four. When we left the terminal to go to the plane, they had no idea where the plane was or i ndeed which flight it was. Eventually the plane was found and I had to be carried by two girls into my seat as the aisle chair would not fit around a dogleg in the aisle. Arriving in Livingstone saw a similar thing. In this case there is no terminal as such, and you have to go down the stairs and across the tarmac. This then involved me being carried out of the plane by four men in white coats and placed into my wheelchair on the ground. We then went through customs and then to our hotel, where we are at the time of writing this.
We had scheduled a couple of rest days and then an elephant ride as the first of our activities. For Sue this was a great idea, for me a disaster. The ride itself was amazing - we saw wild giraffe, baboons, waterbucks and impalas. A group of us took the ride. I was the only disabled person. At first I tried to sit on the largest of the elephants which had a side-saddle. This proved too difficult. I was then transferred to a smaller bull elephant and sat astride. This caused the skin to be rubbed off my backside. As well as requiring ongoing care it also prevented me from doing my next activity, the following day, of a micro-light flight over the falls. I gave this flight, as it had already been paid for to Ken, the driver of the bus that has been taking us around. I believe he enjoyed it immensely. A nurse at the hotel is now taking care of my wound.
Due to my condition the trip has been reorganised. We are now staying longer here at the hotel and then going by road up through to the Caprivi Strip in Namibia and meeting up with our tour group. We will then continue on from there with them. For the nexrt few days we will remain here, both trying to give the wound a chance  to heal and also to possibly do some activities that do not involve anything too physical for me.
Charley - 17 March 2008.