Room service arrived just after sunrise. The door slid open with the push of a button – no reaching, pulling or strain. I rolled out onto the balcony still wrapped in a blanket and watched the sky shift to pink and gold. Pastries, fruit and smoothies waited on a tray. Everything I needed was already there. That’s what luxury looks like when you’re a disabled traveller. I don’t look for excess; it’s ease that’s most important.
Cruising is often promoted as one of the most accessible ways to travel, but accessibility alone doesn’t equal luxury. Accessible travel is too often defined by what’s “possible” rather than what’s pleasurable.
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