The onset of cooler weather makes me think of warmer climes again. Should I take one last trip before it is too late to visit some of my favourite places that have no wheelchair access?
Not that I want to go bungee-jumping off Niagara Falls or swim with sharks in the Red Sea or walk unarmed through the Somalian bush.
Instead, a sandy beach, good food, a warm sea, and an absence of mosquitoes (it's too tiring applying all that repellent) is pretty much all I want. I don't want to be guided around monuments; I don't want to be told how many bricks it took to build the damned thing; I don't want to make new friends on holidays (I can't manage the ones I have at home).
Instead, I just want to veg out in my secret hide-away high up in the hills of northern Bali. No tourists, no television, no a la carte meals, no regulated swimming pool hours, no minibar which transmogrifies a can of Coke sold for 3000 rupiah at the local 'warung' into a ludicrous $5.
I would be reading books, looking at the sky, listening to the song of birds, taking a swim at any hour of the day or night in the pool (or in the ocean which is a short, death-defying bejak-ride away) ...
... or enjoying a massage (for the equivalent price of a minibar Coke).
Perhaps I should book now and go before they have to wheel me up and get stopped by a dirty big sign that reads, Tidak ada akses kursi roda.
