Just back from another awesome trip. I am in a scooter/ECV, DBF walks. Branched out from the Poly to the BWI. DBFis so good to me and really wanted to try the BWI. Very lovely theming and decorating. The CMs were great, and housekeeping was FAR superior to the Poly. The hotel is just not the best for people with mobility issues. The only way in from the Boardwalk and EP if you can't is up an elevator. there is a single elevator on the Inn side and a single elevator on the DVC side. You have to go up to the 2nd floor, and then switch to another elevator to go to your room. It was not too busy last week, but I suspect that the single elevator could be a bigger hassle when the hotel is busy.
Busses: had no trouble with the busses. Drivers were great and people moved to let me on w/o staring daggers or grumbling.
Boats: Not so easy. Although the boat staff told people with carriages to collpase them on the boat, no one did. And, of course, all the carriages were in the handicapped space. So i was often stuck in the aisle--so unsafe--and DBF could never be with me cause all the parents w/ the carriages and their other children took up all the space.
Restrooms: time after time after time, I entered the restroom in my scooter, found multiple stalls vacant, and the sole handicapped stall big enough for the scooter occuppied by a woman with a baby carriage.
I suspect I am going to take heat for this, but when did children in a carriage become a handicap? I raised children and it was in no way easy to manage the carriage and bathrooms and busses, etc. I am thankful every day that i did not get sick until my kinds were in middle school. That difficulty, however, does not give you the right to do whatever you want whenever you want. And these women appear to not see anything wrong with their actions. Such a terrible example for the children--OK kids, you only have to follow the rules and/or show compassion to others when it is convenient for you.
Funny-my mother's generation, my generation, and all of those before, managed to raise children, use carriages, take vacations involving trains, planes, busses and autos, without using a handicapped bathroom or seating area. And we survived. And our children survived. And we even thrived.
Busses: had no trouble with the busses. Drivers were great and people moved to let me on w/o staring daggers or grumbling.
Boats: Not so easy. Although the boat staff told people with carriages to collpase them on the boat, no one did. And, of course, all the carriages were in the handicapped space. So i was often stuck in the aisle--so unsafe--and DBF could never be with me cause all the parents w/ the carriages and their other children took up all the space.
Restrooms: time after time after time, I entered the restroom in my scooter, found multiple stalls vacant, and the sole handicapped stall big enough for the scooter occuppied by a woman with a baby carriage.
I suspect I am going to take heat for this, but when did children in a carriage become a handicap? I raised children and it was in no way easy to manage the carriage and bathrooms and busses, etc. I am thankful every day that i did not get sick until my kinds were in middle school. That difficulty, however, does not give you the right to do whatever you want whenever you want. And these women appear to not see anything wrong with their actions. Such a terrible example for the children--OK kids, you only have to follow the rules and/or show compassion to others when it is convenient for you.
Funny-my mother's generation, my generation, and all of those before, managed to raise children, use carriages, take vacations involving trains, planes, busses and autos, without using a handicapped bathroom or seating area. And we survived. And our children survived. And we even thrived.