15 April 2006

Yesterday I felt truly at home, here on the other side of the world.

It absolutely pissed down. How British.

"What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?" Sheltering from the rain. That's what.

And as if that wasn't enough... I spent over an hour waiting for a bus with a lift that worked. I really felt like I was back in London. Except of course for the fact that I was having to wait for the bus on the other side of the road.

The one thing to constantly remind me that I was, indeed, in America, was the fact that as I waited for my bus:

1) No-one asked me if I needed any help crossing the road.
2) No small children pointed and stared.
3) None of the passing dogs started yapping at me because they've never seen a wheelchair before.

In America, we can get everywhere (hell, even the Lush store a block from my hostel is accessible. You know you're in a crip friendly country if you can get in a Lush with ease), so, we are everywhere.

As a result, your average American is used to seeing us wheelies everywhere and doesn't look at you like you're a piece of modern art on wheels.

When I did finally board a bus, only one person on board did an owl impression (the head rotation) to see how the lift worked liked they'd never seen a crip getting on a bus before.

You know. I could get used to this...


  1. Anonymous4:31 am

    Welcome to America!

    founder, editor and publisher of http://www.audacitymagazine.com

    If you need anything please let me know and I might be able to assist you.

  2. Hi Lisy, glad to hear you're enjoying your stay.

    One thing to keep in mind though in case you decide to travel a bit more extensively in the US; California is very, very progressive when compared to the rest of the states. *Living in Maine we have virtually no public transportation, sidewalks, or accessible anything. **Not that it's a bad place to visit but it can be a bit difficult to get around.