Ta Ta Malta

And finally, the last Malta blog!

Kurt, our friendly wheelchair accessible taxi driver, picked us up from our little house to take us to the airport. We had been up at 6am, having done most of the packing the night before. Kurt was due at 8am, but there was a slight miscommunication so he was about 10 minutes late. It didn’t matter as the airport wasn’t far. We could have travelled by bus, but I thought it would be busy at that time and we had all our luggage too. So, with the door locked and the key returned to the key-safe we had to say goodbye and head back home, just for a few days.

The assistance at the airport was good, and our flight back to Norwich passed without incident. The assistance staff, when we landed, took a while to sort themselves out, and it was clear they didn’t really know what they were doing. We had to instruct them on the position of the aisle chair and how to lift Racheal with her Pro-move sling. It turned out they were both new, and their supervisor had stayed on the tarmac, which seemed unfair on them and on Racheal. Eventually we got her safely into her wheelchair and through arrivals.

It’s always nice to fly to our local airport so it’s not far to go when we get back.

A few smiles to finish with.