I could HEAR it crack. It was a nasty sound. The one you wouldn’t want to hear during a world travel. And I could see the fracture under my skin. The foot hung loose. And I could FEEL it. Which was worst. The pain. And the pain in my brain. Should this be it? The end of my fourth visit in New Zealand?
I decided NO after surgery had been done to my leg and I had been hospitalized in Wellington Regional hospital for five days. I left it with a cast and the order not to put any weight on it.
A friend from my home country which is Germany and who I had pursuaded into this journey to get over a temporary depression relied on me to continue this journey. And I who was meant to be the driver guide had to learn to rely on her.
This blog is about how two handicapped – otherwise independent – women together make an epic journey through kiwi country Aotearoa or New Zealand – the birds that are unable to fly and survive on terrestrial ground.
This blog is a personal experience that takes me into the new exciting and demanding world of travelling as a handicapped. It shall entertain and it will hopefully contain some useful hints for other handicapped travellers into New Zealand.
I call this site the limping cangaroo as the cangaroo is normally a fast moving, jumping marsupial which in New Zealand exists as the introduced wallaby. And some limp… either temporarily or permanently.