Wheelchair Worries *Puissalicon Edition - Bienvenue dans le Sud de la France, bon séjour

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southfrancevillas.com

We arrived at about 17:00, and parked on the opposite side of the road next to a field. Dad went across the road to locate the key. There seemed to be an issue getting the key box to open. Unfortunately the property was surrounded by 6ft walls and an iron gate, I think it would successfully thwart any attempts to get in, so I waited for Dad to open it. Fortunately he did and we moved the cars into the driveway. I stayed in the car as my wheelchair was under a pile of other things. I've always found a good way to get out of the unloading, is to be in a wheelchair, it seems to do the trick every time 👍.

As you can see it's a shabby little place, they've tried there best to make it as nice as possible, but you can only work with what's put in front of you. <-- I'm hoping you can detect my sarcasm.

We entered through the back door of the property directly into the kitchen. Waiting for me was a handy chair to use in the bathroom when I had a shower. It was a kemode. Not quite a shower chair, but they get a 'B+' for effort. A kemode looks like a shower chair, but it's made of metal rather than plastic, has the lack of a hole in the seat so you sit in a pool of water as it can't drain anywhere. Oh and there's a bucket so you can... erm... you know, ah, you get the point.

Let me show you around. Not all of it, if you want to see everything go to South France Villas

In the garden is a heated swimming pool. Surrounded by tall greenery, trees and you can only get to the garden through the large driveway gate. There are no other houses or buildings over looking you. There is a bungalow next door, but whoeveer owned it was out all day meaning their dogs were left out to greet us whenever we came back. 

Inside, the kitchen, living room and dining area are open plan.

As you can see space was not an issue, I had to try really hard to bump into anything. There isn't a carpet in sight, the whole downstairs has a ceramic tiled floor. There are a few rugs around the place, but they are quite thin and don't cause an obstruction to wheel over. Behind the camera is a large kitchen that spans most of the width. There is a large island in the middle of the kitchen. Most importantly - and I wouldn't be surprised if this was a stipulation Dad gave when speaking to Caroline at South France Holiday Villas. THERE MUST BE A CLEAR ROUTE TO THE FRIDGE SO TOM CAN GET CHOCOLATE. I would imagine this was mentioned before the requirement of wheelchair access. 

I have a bit of a chocolate addiction. If I had to go from one side of the room to the other I would stop by the fridge for some chocolate to nibbble on the way over.

There was a TV with Netflix on it. A TV, a comfy sofa and a free run to the fridge.I might have binge watched an Angel Di Maria documentary, during my holiday... oh, and a few bars of chocolate.

Follow me upstairs and I'll show you the Pièce de résistance.

There is a lovely little sun terrace up here, well I say little, but it's actually huge. The villa is called the Moroccan Paradise, which I'd imagine is because of this area. It's not heavily influenced by Morrocan decor, but it's certainly more prevelant up here. It's a perfect little sun trap. Unfortunately it's kind of pointless unless you're in a medittaranean climate... Oh right, my bad. Well, it's pointless if you're surrounded by loads of noisy neighbours... Oh right, my bad.

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southfrancevillas.com

Onto my room. I was excited to see this, it was after all adapted to make it possible for us wheelchair folk to holiday here as well. 

I did a bit of research this time. I had learnt from the mistakes I made last time. South France Villas are the brokers who were renting this villa and they only specialised in this one area (South of France). They allowed the user to search properties 'suitable for reduced mobility', which isn't a website feature that's unique to them. However villas only appeared on this site if they are approved by South France Villas. In my experience sites like booking.com allow accomodation owners to choose this option even if their property isn't suitable. Most property's on southfrancevillas.com have a personal reccommendation by one of the South France Villas employees. I was sceptical as to the authenticity of this though, it's easy to say you've been somewhere, when you haven't. However I happened to view Belle Villa de Ginestas which was personally recommended by Caroline (the broker who was working on our behalf.) It has a long detailed description of the layout, along with rooms that are not suitable for any form of mobility device. Not only had they marked villas as 'suitable for reduced mobility' but they had told you specific rooms that weren't suitable for wheelchairs. The photographs of the property looked fantastic, I had a good feeling about South France Villas now and I trusted them.

The room I would be staying in was lovely. It was another sitting room, but one of the sofas was a sofa- bed and it was very comfortable. The en-suite bathroom did suffer from many of the same issues as Brit Hotel Privilège, however this property is only listed as 'suitable for reduced mobility'. I realise this might sound a tad hypocritical as Brit Hotel Privilège also claimed the same. But, they had gone to the effort of showing a PMR graphic, which I think could land them in hot water if somebody has an accident in a PMR room, especially if that ice rink of a floor is involved.

Anyway, the owners son came to see us one morning and asked how I was managing at the accomodation, as I was the first user since the downstairs room was repurposed. That was greatly appreciated and is a large influence on my opinion of this accomodation. He even pointed out that they may need to look at the gravel drive way, as it's an unneccasery difficulty for a wheelchair to navigate. This wasn't pointed out to him, as it was merely an inconvenience, he pointed it out. This propery is listed as suitable for reduced mobility,- not suitable for zero mobility.

The shower wasn't behind a screen or shower curtain, so the whole bathroom became wet when I used it and I had to dry the floor after each shower. The shower head was completely out of reach. There wasn't anything to hold so I could transfer onto the toilet. I was able to hold onto the nearby towel rail, but I'm sure that's not what they intended. The floor was slippy - not quite as slippy as Brit Hotel Privilège - as the tiles offered some friction. Some bath matts would be useful. The bathroom mirror was to high to use

Wheelchair Worries *Puissalicon Edition - The Brit Hotel Privilege Paris Rosny-Sous-Bois

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brit hotel privilège

We pulled into the car park but were blocked by a barrier. We waited for a little while and it didn't move. There was an intercom by the barrier that I thought we would need to press and confirm we were guests, but the arm eventually raised and we went through and parked right in front of the hotel. The hotel was lovely. We went through some double doors into a small foyer and then through a large opening in a glass frontage into the reception. The reception is a large room with a grand piano, some chairs a table and some extremely comfortable looking deep sofas. The reception desk was in front of us underneath a skylight/glass canopy thing that must have been about thirty feet above. Cleaning the windows must have been a nightmare.

We went upto the disabled room. I was excited to see it. 

First of all we had to go through a fairly heavy door to get to the room. The door was on a hinge, which meant the door would start closing the moment you let go of it. My room was behind a similar style of door and there was a slightly raised threshold separating the room from the corridor. It was difficult for my Dad to get me in and stop the door from closing. I don't think I could have managed on my own.

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brit hotel privilège

The room was lovely. There was a large comfy looking double bed in front of me beside a sofa. However I immediately experienced their preference for aesthetics over practicality.There was barely enough room for the wheelchair between the bed and sofa. 

An air con unit to control the temperature was on the wall opposite the bed. It was underneath a wall mounted flat screen television. The air con actually worked! Not a guarantee in most hotel rooms. I set it to make the room a bit cooler - I wasn't particularly warm, but I like to press things. I squeezed through the gap between the arm of the sofa and a cabinet and made my way over to the bathroom. This took me two attempts as the wheelchair had to be dead straight, there wasn't even enough room to put my hands on the wheels. I had to drag myself with my feet as my hands were stopping me from squeezing through. Fortunately the carpet was quite thin and didn't make it difficult.

I knew from the difficulty I was having moving around, that this room wasn't designed as a disabled room, it had been called a disabled room as an afterthought.

The bathroom was a nice and large marble effect bathroom with a grab rail by the shower and another by the toilet.

"This is better" Dad said, referring to the 'non disable friendly' accommodation we'd experienced in Sorrento.
"A shower you can actually fit in", he continued.
"Yea, I can't use it though. There isn't anywhere for me to sit..." I said, pointing at the shower.

I need a high backed shower chair, with arms to stop me from toppling. This is a very specific requirement that I wouldn't expect them to cater for, but I have been in hotel rooms' before that have a retractable seat on the wall next to the shower. 

I started to look at the practicality of this bathroom for a disabled person. The bathroom looked great. It was lovely marble effect, but they seemed to be more interested in the look rather than its functionality.

This shower had two shower heads. A large shower head that I imagine would cover you in a satisfying deluge of water and a smaller shower head to rinse yourself. This was out of the reach of a wheelchair user however. I didn't get close enough to the shower to see where the controls were, but as you can see from the video, the shower unit is barely reachable if you're in a wheelchair.

The shower screen had been removed, making this one large wet room. Any part of the room could get wet when the shower is on, especially the floor, which I suspected was slippy when dry, I can only imagine what it would be like wet. I had rubber soled shoes on at the moment, so I couldn't test my theory. The floor should be a non shiny surface and rough so you can get some grip. 

I should mention, there were advantages as well.

The sink was low enough to easily reach at my height. The underside was empty so I could get my legs underneath. The tap was easily accessible and was operated by lever rather than turning the top. The hair dryer is a bit of a stretch to reach and unhook from its holder, but it is above the near side of the table/ledge, so I wasn't straining over the sink to reach it.

I took advantage of this toilet having a toilet seat. I had learnt from my trip to Sorrento to check whether the toilets have seats. Something I had always assumed, but I had recent experience of that not always being a guarantee. A quick Google search revealed that France along with Italy and Greece have squat toilets in most public bathrooms. People tend to stand on them rather than sitting on them, meaning they get broken, They are a breeding ground for germs, it's easier to clean etc. It's not something I disagree with, although it is a lot harder for disabled people. At time of writing it appears to be just these three countries (France, Italy and Greece) that don't have toilet seats, but I wouldn't be surprised if this becomes more common in European countries. Disabled tourists should check what the protocol is in the country they are travelling too. 

This brings me on to my next issue. The toilet flush is a button on the wall just above the toilet. This meant I was accidentally pressing the flush when I raised myself up to take my trousers down. This isn't a problem that a lot of disabled users are going to experience, so it's a bit of a selfish gripe. However, isn't this gripe because it's a non-disabled bathroom like the other rooms in the hotel? I believe disabled toilets should have paddle-type flush handles and should be on the open side of the cistern, not on the wall side. A disabled user might not have the dexterity to push a button and the flush should be accessible using a hand, elbow, or other part of the body.

There is no panic cord in case of emergency. This is a legal requirement in the UK. I'm not sure about France. But, in this case it should be. What happens if a disabled person needs to call for help? It should reach almost all of the way to the floor, in case the disabled person has fallen. As the shower is on the opposite side of this large room, a similar panic cord system should be on the opposite wall as well.

This bathroom has clearly not been designed as a disabled bathroom.

It was about 21:45 so we went across the road to a bar called Aubureau, that said it served food. We located the ramp to get the wheelchair out of the car park, went across the street and into the bar, passing several people chatting outside whilst having a cigarette. The music was so loud I had to shout as loud as I could to be heard. We signalled there were four of us and as the waiter went to locate a table, I turned and shouted to Dad "I think we should try somewhere else" just as the waiter returned to show us to a table. Okay, quick service I thought, but I'm still not sure about the noise. Well, I think I thought that, but it was too loud to hear my own thoughts. 

We sat down, were given menu's and I immediately saw my much missed old friend, Hoegaarden. I hadn't seen it served in a pub for many a year, although that's probably because I don't get out much. I ordered a large, and large in France seems to mean 'the size of a laundry basket'. I needed two hands to lift the thing. 

Okay, quick service I thought, and they serve Hoegaarden in a laundry basket. But I'm still not sure about the noise. I had a flam du pays, which is like a very thin base square pizza with ham and mozzarella. It was divine. Okay, quick service I thought, they serve Hoegaarden in a laundry basket and the food is divine. But I'm still not sure about the noise. The place started to empty and we were pretty much the only people left in the place. It was still too loud to talk though.

We went back to the hotel for some kip

I went to the bathroom before going to bed. On my way back from the bathroom after brushing my teeth, I shut the curtains. I tend to plan what else I can do on each journey as I'm lazy and don't want to do each trip more than once. The left curtain was simple as there was plenty of room on this side of the bed to move the wheelchair next to the curtain. The right curtain wasn't so simple. The gap between the bed and sofa I mentioned before, meant getting close was impossible. A bedside table stopped me from getting close to the curtain and I was blocked by the sofa on my right side, so I had to reach and grab a piece of the curtain to pull it closer.

The consequences of drinking a bucket of Hoegaarden, meant another visit to the bathroom before bed was necessary. I didn't have room to turn around or move the wheels on my chair. I pushed myself backwards with my feet, lined up the chair to get through the gap between the arm of the sofa and the cabinet and made my way over to the bathroom. I realised I wasn't wearing my trainers, and I couldn't be bothered to go back over by the bed and get them. Through laziness I would test my 'slippy floor when dry' theory. I transferred to the toilet and tried to push up with my bare feet to remove my trousers, it was indeed too slippy. My feet just skated along the floor.

Their own website - https://paris-rosny-sous-bois.brithotel.fr/ - proudly displays that they have PMR rooms (People with Reduced Mobility). My Dad phoned them directly to check they did have a disabled room, as he had booked it through booking.com, and as we learnt when booking the accommodation for Sorrento - booking.com don't seem to have any means of verifying that you are telling the truth. The hotel assured Dad they did have a disabled room.

The bed was luxury though and they did put on a nice spread for breakfast.

For my purposes the Brit Hotel was very nice, but the disabled needs of somebody in a wheelchair are different from somebody who is unsteady on their feet. I think they should remove the PMR sticker from their website.

Wheelchair Worries *Sorrento Edition - Thursday 22nd June 2023

Gatwick

The flights were departing at six thirty am on Thursday morning from Gatwick so we left home at midnight. It would take us about three hours and twenty minutes to get there and we were required to check in three hours before the flight departed. We anticipated some problems as the original flight we were booked on had been cancelled and we transferred to another plane, our extra leg room seats that we booked had been erased from our booking as well as the fact we were sat either side of the aisle now. There were no problems at Gatwick and check in was very fast as there were no customers yet.

There was quite a small queue at security but as I'm in a wheelchair I was able to skip the queue, I was ushered through a gate, frisked and my chair dusted down. My leather man bag that had my laptop in and another item caused suspicion so it had to go through the scanner.

The suspicious item was a deflated haemorrhoid ring... I like to blow it up and stick my face through the ring... That sounded dodgy, let me explain.

Being constantly in my wheelchair, or sitting or doing activities that involve my back, mean that my back aches. For an hour or so each day I lie on my stomach to give my back a rest. Sticking my head in a haemorrhoid ring means my air ways are clear and I can breathe.

As we'd booked special assistance we were directed to a desk where they gave us a small electronic device that would bleep when we needed to come back to the desk ready to board. We were free to do as we wished until then. 

Even though it was the early hours of the morning there were thousands of people milling about. We went to Wetherspoon's and were told it was about an hour wait for a table but as I get special assistance we can go and sit in the special assistance lounge, download the app, order from there and they will bring our food to us, "although there is a twenty minute wait for food". Wait for 20 minutes or queue for an hour we thought. It wasn't a very hard decision. As it was four in the morning we thought we'd be sensible and just order one beer each. Within about ten minutes our breakfast arrived.

Special assistance cab. Does anybody 

remember the Jonny Cab from Total Recall?

The electronic device went off and we joined a few other people who had also booked special assistance. All had difficulty walking long distances and hitched a ride in the special assistance cab. As there was nowhere to store the wheelchair on the cab, we walked behind it. Well, Dad walked behind it, whilst pushing the wheelchair, wheeling a big heavy suitcase, carrying a rucksack on his back and carrying a laptop case. I was pulling my weight though, I was carrying my leather man bag with the deflated haemorrhoid ring, until we hung the man bag off the handlebars.

We followed the Jonny Cab/Special assistance cab to a lift and then took the lift to the floor of the gate, this had to be done in two journeys, because somebodies wheelchair took up lots of space in the lift.

Getting through boarding was incredibly quick and easy. I haven't flown much, but as I understand it's never this simple. I presume this was because of the special assistance. The whole experience was stress free, we got to have a nice breakfast, sit away from the crowds and were left with plenty of time to board.

I was then taken onto the tarmac and wheeled over to what looked like a mobile storage unit. I was wheeled onto a scissor lift which lifted me up and I and the other special assistance customers had a small ride to the plane. The mobile storage unit got as close to the plane as possible so I could just wheel onto the plane. I was then transferred into a small wheelchair that is narrow enough to fit in the aisles. 

I transferred into the plane seat and as the wheelchair was being rolled away I realised I needed the loo. Trying to cause as little burden as possible I said I can walk with the help of my Dad. With my hands on his shoulders he walked back slowly while I took tiny steps forwards trying not to lose my balance and fall into the lap of bemused holiday goers. The cabin crew organised some seats at the back of the plane so I didn't have to walk so far back to my seat. I was sure this flight was fully booked but there was a whole aisle free on my return.

It was about two hours and forty five minutes to Naples, long enough to watch several episodes of New Girl on my phone.

Naples International Airport

We landed and waited for about fifteen minutes while everyone departed and special assistance arrived with a small wheelchair. We got off the plane into the mobile storage unit and I was immediately drenched in sweat. The small amount of hair I've got formed a widows peak that would remain until I got home and my hair was no longer wet all the time.

I transferred back into my wheelchair and was wheeled onto the lift so the scissor lift could return us to the tarmac. I knew Naples was going to be hot, but I didn't expect this. Fortunately I was wearing a cap, long trousers and a long sleeve top as I hadn't thought about putting on sun cream in the dark, moderately warm early hours of the morning.

Everybody departing the plane had formed a huge line, waiting to produce their passports to gain access to Italy. At least half of the line were exposed to the baking sun, there was no shade and they were all dressed in shorts/skirts and short sleeved t-shirts. Many didn't have hats and probably hadn't put on sun screen. I noticed an extremely pregnant lady that looked eight to nine months pregnant. I don't know how pregnant you have to be before you're not allowed to fly, but whatever the limit is, this lady was the day before the restriction started. She didn't have a hat on. I just hope pity was taken upon her and she was moved to the front of the queue.

We followed the Italian member of staff, assisting me and a lady in a wheelchair. He repeatedly barked "Mi scusi" and the crowd started to part like the Red Sea. We moved to about fifth in the queue and we were still waiting for about ten minutes. There were about two dozen desks here, but only two were in use. There were two people at each desk checking the passports of about two hundred passengers, and they were incredibly slow. Suspiciously slow I would say, almost like they were trying to make a point. The other desk was checking in three passengers for every one of ours. We finally got through, went through security and were taken to baggage claim.

Next on the agenda was picking up our rental car... via the toilets as ol' Tommy here had to tinkle. We saw a sign for male, female and disabled toilets. We followed the signs and found the door hiding the disabled toilet, it didn't have any grab rails or any apparatus that would constitute an accessible toilet. I do have strength in my legs and can support my own weight, so I can transfer onto a toilet... but the toilet I'm transferring to needs to have a seat. Something this was lacking. Fortunately there was another disabled toilet next door which I was sure would have something that qualifies it as a disabled toilet. It didn't... Nor a toilet seat. We'd sort out the rental car and attend to my needs along the way.

In a noisy airport Dad phoned the number from his EasyJet flight info and was given some directions.

Ecovia

This is Dad's review on TripAdvisor, for which he gave an extremely generous one out of five. Presumably you can't give zero, which is why they have a higher rating than they deserve of one and a half from seventeen reviews.

The directions provided to find the shuttle bus were indecipherable. I wandered around, coping with a huge wheeled case, two rucksacks and my son in a wheelchair until a helpful local rescued us and took us to the bus stop. Here the driver refused to take the wheelchair. I had to leave my (adult) disabled son in the blistering sun to be allowed aboard. The driver dropped me at a huge car park, full of car hire companies, none of which was Ecovia. I was told by another company that I was 10-15 minutes' walk away.

On finding the right place (a portakabin with the name Autovia above it), I stood for some time in front of a woman taking and making numerous phone calls while other staff stood around chatting. Eventually, she extended a hand and said "voucher". My explanation that my disabled son had been left at the airport was greeted with a shrug and a muttered, "sorry".

I'd paid an extra £56 through the Easyjet site for cover against the 2000 euro insurance excess. The woman said this wasn't valid, and that I'd have to pay an additional 230 euro for cover. I refused and argued for some time before we were able to move on. All of this was interspersed with her breaking off for more phone calls, most of which seemed to be arguments with disgruntled customers.

The car was actually fine; clean and almost new...

This review doesn't end there, I'll put the rest of the review when we return the car. If you can't wait, you can read the whole review here.

So yes my experience of Sorrento wasn't great so far. I think their idea of disabled is vastly different from the reality. Not only were there no disabled facilities in the disabled toilet, all the paths outside of the airport were cobbled as well. Then the car rental place refused to take me to pick up the car.

Dad now had to navigate to where I was in the airport. I sent him my location in WhatsApp and after about fifteen minutes he rang me to say he was here, he'd put the car in a drop off space (some airport staff had said it was ok) and he was coming over to collect me. He was quite stressed at this point and Italy is like driving in a Dodge-Ems ride at the fairground. In the baking sun he wheeled the suitcase, two rucksacks and a wheelchair. "I should have rented an electric wheelchair" I thought, although on current evidence it wouldn't surprise me if the wheelchair rental place was up some steps. We put the luggage in the car, reversed out of the space and noticed there was an army Land Rover blocking the only exit. Two army men were by the Land Rover, Dad pointed at the Land Rover and one of the men took a cigarette out of his cigarette case, tapped it twice on the lid, put it in his mouth and casually walked inside. After about a minute three of them returned, so Dad with frustration, pointed at the Land Rover again, the army man just starred back. We couldn't see how arguing our point would be a good idea, we proceeded to reverse towards the entrance of the car park and then out into the oncoming Italian free for all traffic.

As I'm writing this I'm realising we reversed past the parking space we were in, so we could have reversed into that and driven forwards into the traffic. Yes we'd be going the wrong way on a one way, but we were anyway, but at least we'd be going forwards. Hindsight when you're not stressed is a wonderful thing...

As we were reversing we were too close to the side and were going to bump it so some men started shouting and signalling to us to straighten up. These men were sitting on a bench by the army men. They then started saying something to the Army and were gesticulating. The army men said something and they seemed to be intimidated into silence and sat back down.

We managed to reverse out without any further problems and set the satnav to where we were staying which would take an hour and ten minutes.

Even with the satnav we got lost and were going in constant loops. We worked out that when it said a right turn it sometimes meant a right fork. The roads were very short so by the time the satnav had told us to make a turn we were already past it.

We finally got onto the Autostrada and kept an eye out for toilet stops. We missed the turn off for a toilet stop almost as soon as we got onto the Autostrada, the instruction to turn came with almost no warning again. We picked up another sign and with our limited Italian managed to work out the sign for the toilets. 

About two and a half hours after I first attempted to go to the loo the mission was completed. There was even a toilet seat! Something I'd never considered a luxury until now.

The view heading into Sorrento

We stayed on the Autostrada for about twenty minutes and then the last half an hour was spent on single lane roads twisting along the coast with sheer rock faces on your left. The traffic is moving at about twenty miles hour allowing you to catch glimpses of the most amazing view to your right between the bushes and tree branches. The Mediterranean sea as far as the eye could see, Mount Vesuvius some distance away but clear as day. The peak appeared to be covered in cloud, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I can only assume as it's still an active volcano, these clouds are something to do with the gasses it's releasing. Far below floating on the sea are dozens of boats, yachts and super yachts, either parked in the harbour or sat away from shore having dropped anchor. Fruit stands, ice cream stands and people just parked up to look at the view, litter the side of the road. This reminds of some of the places Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan visited in The Trip to Italy.

The traffic is evenly distributed between cars and motorcycles. The majority of the bikes are mopeds and a small amount are classic white or sky blue Vespa's. Everybody wears helmets which makes me wonder is there any point wearing a helmet if you don't accompany it with protective clothing? Although I understand why people take the risk, this really is the ideal way to travel in Sorrento and it's already far too hot without wearing heavy bike leathers.

Driving a car requires you to constantly check your wing mirrors to see if there's a motorcycle coming up on you. They overtake you on blind corners hugging the white line separating them from oncoming traffic, but somebody coming in the opposite direction might be doing the same. It all seems to work though. In the time I was there I never saw an accident or anything close to an accident.

We got to where we were staying and the owner greeted us within five minutes of our arrival. She opened the electronic gates revealing a courtyard for us to park off-road, something that appears to be a luxury in Sorrento.

DOMINO HOUSE - Il Casale

I wasn't very impressed with the accommodation. The images that are provided on the website don't reflect it's current state accurately. My main issue is that when you list a property in Sorrento on booking.com (that's how we found this accommodation) there are around 152 items you can check. The same checkboxes appear in your search results. Properties that match your search criteria are shown. 'Facilities for disabled guests' appears in this properties search criteria which I think is quite naughty. Let me explain.

facilities for disabled
guests isn't even
viewable by default.

'Facilities for disabled guests' isn't even visible in the search criteria unless you click 'show all'. I'm not quite sure what the intention of this checkbox is? The last two sections of the search criteria are about the property and the room accessibility, which cover every search term I can think of.

All this criteria is doing is allowing accommodations like this one to get business from disabled customers. I realise it clearly says 'facilities for' and not 'disabled access', but I was just looking for the disability icon and didn't read what it said. You might say I got what I deserved, but I think a lot of people will make this same mistake.

accessibility criteria

There is a whole section on the booking.com search criteria that is dedicated to disabled access. The property I stayed in could not answer yes to any of these questions.

The bathroom had a floor that was like stepping on ice when it got wet. There were no grab rails around the toilet, the shower was barely big enough to fit a person in. I require a shower chair as I can not stand and I need the arms of the chair to stop me falling to the side and out of the chair. We asked the owner if she could provide a chair. She did and there was barely enough room to fit the chair in and even less room for my elbows and knees.

The gap to get into the shower was so small you had to slide in sideways. When transferring to the shower chair I usually put my wheelchair next to the shower chair and transfer from one chair to the other, but there was barely enough room between the toilet and the shower cubicle and I couldn't fit through the gap to get into the shower on my own, so I had to get my Dad's help. I backed the wheelchair into the gap between the shower and the toilet and on the wet icy floor, trusted my Dad could hold my weight as I flung myself to the shower chair, contorting myself sideways.

There were no grab rails around the toilet, but there was a screw sticking out of the wall, I presume a picture used to hang here. So I would position my chair in front and to the side of the toilet, retract the left arm of my chair, hold the right arm of the chair with my right hand and hold onto the screw with the fingertips of my left hand. If Dad had used the shower beforehand, the floor would be so slippy I couldn't get enough grip to elevate myself to get my trousers down. I had to put trainers on with rubbery soles and dry the floor as well as possible with a towel. From then on we always made sure I showered first so at least I was transferring on a dry floor.

One of the many facilities
for disabled guests?

The main bedroom was up four steps. I was limited to the kitchen, living room and bathroom. There was a bed in the living room I could have used but the bed was tiny and the main bedroom had a double bed... Or so I thought, it actually turned out to be two single beds pushed together. 

There was an outside terrace with a table and chairs and some sun loungers, but again these were up four steps.

There was an overgrown garden, to be fair I think it had been left to over grow on purpose, it would have been a small haven for wildlife. There were lemon and orange trees. It was lovely, it looked like a set from The Godfather. I went to investigate but couldn't go very far, so I had to get Dad to video it and show it to me.

Bar Ercolano

On our first evening Adam and Ruth had already scouted out a wheelchair accessible restaurant we could eat at and had been told they should book in advance if they wanted to eat anywhere in Sorrento as just turning up hoping to get a seat usually ends in disappointment. I don't know if it's like this all year round, but the place is just as busy in the evening as in the day.

Our accommodation was about a five minute walk from Piazza Tiasso and about another five minutes from Adam & Ruth's hotel (Grand Hotel Royal). We met on the ground floor terrace overlooking the coast with Mount Vesuvius in the distance, we would finish the evening with a few drinks here. An option only available to guests of the hotel. The hotel was also five minutes walk from Piazza Tiasso and I got my first taste of the cobbled streets. We walked in the cooling evening heat sharing the streets with dozens of other people, some who seemed to be non-Italian but the majority were. I believe Sorrento is a popular holiday destination for Italians as well.

We stopped at Bar Ercolano which was at the opposite end of the square to where we would be eating. I sat with a big grin on my face, "this is exactly how I pictured Italy" I thought. We were sat outside, it was very warm but it was about 17:30 so it was cooling, but still in the mid twenties, sipping on Aperol Spritz (my drink of choice while in Sorrento) and munching on the snacks they had brought over with our drinks.

Fauno Bar

We then went across the square to Fauno Bar the restaurant we would be eating in. There was a long line of people hoping to get a seat, I doubt they were particularly successful because it seemed pretty full. We went to the front of the queue and were shown to our table. We were sat on the outside corner. The tables are nicely spaced so you've got some privacy, you're not in the middle of the square so people aren't walking by your table, but you're close enough to still say you're in Piazza Tiasso. Then I found out that 'wheelchair accessible' in Italy means "we'll say it is so we get your business".

I needed to go to the toilet, so Adam took me to go and find it. First problem, the toilet is inside and the inside is up a step. Adam asked if one of the waiters could help us. A waiter lifted the front of the wheelchair while Adam lifted the back. "This isn't what I would call accessible, but I've seen worse" I thought.

We asked where the toilets were and were pointed to an arch way in the corner. Adam went to investigate and asked a nearby waitress if there was a disabled toilet, he walked back shaking his head. This wasn't a situation I could delay so I asked if there was at least a bannister. There was and so holding onto the bannister with my left hand and Adam with my right hand I slowly made my way down the steps. Very slowly, because there were about nineteen steps down to the toilet in this 'wheelchair accessible restaurant'. I was knackered when I got to the bottom and then I spotted the toilet seat, or I should say, I spotted the lack of a toilet seat. There weren't even grab rails in this 'wheelchair accessible restaurant'. Adam said the words I was both grateful and embarrassed to hear. "I'll hold you up and look away." I eagerly accepted, but as I was readying for my first stand up wee in years, my shaking hands reminded me I have Ataxia and not being able to stand wasn't the only obstacle. "I'm not going to be able to". So I somehow (and I can't remember how) managed to squat over the toilet and not topple to the side. I think the cubicle was so narrow, I couldn't topple to the side and was able to prop myself up on the wall.

With very tired legs I then made my way up the steps and about ten minutes after I last sat in it, collapsed into my chair. I washed my hands with the hand sanitizer I always carried around and handed it to Adam to do the same. The waiter helped Adam lift the wheelchair down the step so we could return to our table. 

Fortunately it was dessert next and I have a major sweet tooth. I'm not normally one for taking photos of what I eat but holy shirtballs this was amazing! The adventure I'd had moments ago was forgotten.

The food, the setting, the staff everything but the disabled access I would give ten out of ten. If you are disabled I STRONGLY advise you steer clear of it.

Grand Hotel Royal

We strolled back to the Grand Hotel Royal and closed out the night on the ground floor terrace overlooking the sea, the boats and the coastline in relative quiet as there were very few people here as this was a private area.

I had to go to the loo again. If you're tired of hearing about the disabled toilets of Sorrento I suggest you don't read on. This blog is basically a tour of the toilets. Grand Hotel Royal's accessibility was excellent. Everything was flat smooth floors, they had ramp access as an alternative to anywhere that had steps to get up to, they had lifts as an alternative to stairs, they had nice wide corridors and most importantly they had a disabled toilet, and we had to ask for the key off reception, it was locked and unavailable to other customers.

I opened the door and I could hear a choir singing a single note as I opened the door 🎵aaaaaaarrrrr🎵 the light came on automatically. There was a retractable grab rail on one side that was fixed to the wall. I was able to shut the door behind as there was so much space.

this is the last thing I remember...I can't remember what I was drinking, but they were cocktails, and I was drinking through a straw. My next memory is waking up the next morning in bed at the accommodation. The bedroom that was up steps... I can't imagine it was easy getting me up their.