So at long last I’ve arrived in Nicaragua, I’m now able to connect to the Internet again so I should be keeping the blog up to date from now on. I’ll be writing about my experiences here as well as more general stuff about inclusive travel.
Below: Saying goodbye to Isaura and the flat in Barcelona.

I left Barcelona on Tuesday 25th September after packing up my apartment and putting it in storage, I spent my last couple of nights in Spain living out of suitcases and sleeping on a friend’s sofa. The flight from Barcelona to Heathrow with British Airways was pleasent and smooth even if it was slightly delayed.
I had to spend a night in London as my flight to Miami wasn’t until 9.40am on Wednesday, so I tried to find a handy hotel near to the airport which had some sort of wheelchair accessible room. I booked an Ibis hotel over he phone and confirmed that it would be an accessible room. I eventually arrived at the hotel at about midnight and was promptly given a standard room with no adaptations (I’d like to tell you about the accessible rooms but it’s not possible as they didn’t give me one!). I would have complained but I could get in the bathroom and it was only a matter of hours before I had to get up and be back at the airport, the hassle really didn’t seem to be worth the effort. On another point about the Ibis, the bathroom was filthy, I wouldn’t even let a dog pee in there, budget hotel? Not really. Value for money? You’re having a laugh aren’t you!
Anyway, enough slagging off of the Ibis Heathrow Hotel (they didn’t even give me a receipt when I paid, useless), back to the traveling. I got up at 6.45am and got the shuttle bus back to the airport. The shuttle bus service was great, I used it the night before too. At a cost of £8.00 (return) the shuttle bus (Hotel Hoppa) will take you from any terminal to a number of hotels near the airport along 6 different routes. Check with the hotel that you are booking with to make sure they are on one of the routes. The buses are accessible although they are small especially when filled with other passengers and luggage (electric wheelchair users may well have problems).
Once at Heathrow it was just a case of going through security and going to the right gate, I didn’t have any bags apart from hand luggage as I’d checked them all in in Barcelona. Once again my British Airways flight was delayed, yet once again it really didn’t bother me because the staff were fantastic. I don’t like recommending airlines to other disabled people but it was the best flying experience I have ever had. I was a little nervous about doing my first long haul flight by myself, but the BA staff put my mind at ease and it was a great trip.
During my flight from Heathrow to Miami I overheard a girl behind me saying the she was going to Nicaragua. We got chatting and she’s from Spain. We decided to spend the rest of our trip together to keep each other company and stop the boredom setting in. This was really useful at Miami Airport where we had to wait for the connecting flight to Managua for a few hours. Olga was a great travel partner and suffered the Miami rain with me whilst I smoked a crafty cigarette even though she doesn’t smoke. She’s staying in Granada for a month and a half so hopefully we’ll meet up soon for a couple of beers.
The worst leg of the trip was Miami to Managua operated by American Airlines on behalf of British Airways. Although it wasn’t too bad it was disappointing after the great service of BA. The women at the gate, did however, change both mine and Olga’s seats on the plane so that we could sit together just behind First Class. Nobody in Economy Class got any food and just one drink (5.00$ if you wanted a drink with alcohol). Meanwhile, just a meter in front of us, the First Class folks were having a three course meal with an open bar of champagne, wine, beer and coffee, I should refer from making any more comments at this point….
We descended into Managua Airport through a bit of a bumpy thunderstorm (which i thought was rather fun) and I was once again reunited with my chair and at long last my wheels were firmly fixed to the ground. Edurne was ready and waiting for me at the airport with such a happy face that the previous hours of boredom faded away rapidly. We jumped into our awaiting taxi and hurtled towards Matagalpa. This leg of the journey was easily the scariest! Flying down roads and dirt tracks in the pitch back and dust towards oncoming trucks, 4×4’s, pedestrians and dogs. It was easier just to close my eyes rather than watch, but that was impossible as I was such a nervous passenger. The back end of the car was flying all over the place, it obviously hadn’t passed it’s MOT this year. We made it to Matagalpa safe and sound though had a quick rum and coke and then to bed, I was so tired.
Below: Me after a couple of days of traveling late on Wednesday 26th September.
