Rolling Traveler

5:55 pm. I roll out of the tram, just an inch drop to the platform, so I don’t even bounce. I was right about the new trams being similar models to the German and Dutch ones. They’re low floor trams rather than fully accessible ones, so at some stops, they’re almost level with the sidewalk, but at others, there can be quite a gap. There is a bell beside the door with the lowest floor, and the drivers probably come out to help passengers on and off: I must research that tomorrow.

5:59 pm. That was close. Stupidly, I was rushing across an uneven surface, and my front wheels went into a crack between two paving slabs. The wheelchair bucked forward, not enough to throw me out, but enough to draw attention. I assure people that I’m fine, and feel the blush of anger with myself spreading.

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