Travels In A Blue Chair

I had polio when I was twelve weeks old and moved to a wheelchair full time when I moved out on my own. Far from being confining, the blue chair has allowed me the freedom to do whatever I want to and when, including backpacking the world alone when time and finances allow.

Whether it is falling out of my blue chair and breaking a leg in Zambia or being stranded in the dark on a small boat in the Java Sea off Indonesia, there is always a funny story to be told.

For me Travels in a Blue Chair isn't about the chair. The chair is in many ways just a means to get me from point A to point B, exactly like shoes. The real story is about the many smiling people I've met all over the world who trip over themselves to help me out when I need it and then remain in contact with me to become life-long friends.