I know how you feel...
I was in exactly the same position not long ago. Just 13 years ago I was a young, brash teenager looking for a crazy adventure.
Egged on by my idealistic dreams and heaps of bravado, I began plotting my life changing trip to the other side of the world. I was going to Oz. Australia. The land of Home and Away and Neighbours, shrimps and BBQ’s, wallaby’s and kangaroo’s.
Was I a bit crazy? Probably. But that was half the fun. And honestly, it was something I felt I had to do for myself to push my limits, to learn about myself and grow as a person.
Let’s be clear, you cannot underestimate the amount of planning for such a thing. Sydney, Australia. Not only is it on the other side of the world, 10,566.67 miles from London, Heathrow if you want to be exact. It’s also a pretty big challenge to set yourself if you’re a disabled person and you’ve never been on holiday without your
parents. Which is of course, exactly why I wanted to do it.
Whether you want to put it down to the fearlessness of youth or a desire to prove myself, Australia was where I was determined to go for my first “solo” trip abroad.
I began floating the idea with friends and family in 2004, a full year before we would eventually get there. Most people were incredibly supportive but as with anything there were the naysayers who tried to convince me it was too dangerous or complicated a trip to make. They all had their hearts in the right place but I was determined to go.
All in all, then, it took a full year to plan the Australia trip, and boy was there a lot to plan. Not only did we have to source accessible hotels, accessible taxis, and find flights with an appropriate airline, I also had to find the right care team and work out exactly how I was going to fund my own trip, let alone pay for my PA’s.