As I was hanging out in Ibiza in a wheelchair

As I was hanging out in Ibiza in a wheelchair

Journalist bi-Bi-si Alex Taylor lives with cerebral palsy and uses a wheelchair, but not going to abandon the fun and active lifestyle. This summer he decided to check how accessible clubs in Ibiza for people with disabilities.


A year ago I was told to pay double price to go to a club in Ibiza. Why? My diagnosis is cerebral palsy. My ability to move is limited. If I want to spend time in the club, I need help nurse. And the nurse also needs to pay for entrance.

I later received an apology from the club Amnesia.

This summer I decided to check, has anything changed a year on the party island for people with disabilities.

I returned to Ibiza for the filming of the documentary “Ibiza. Access everywhere?”

Here’s what I learned this time about partying in a wheelchair.

1. I traveled as a member of the Royal family BBC

If you are traveling in a wheelchair or simply have difficulties with movement, airlines offer assistance for boarding the aircraft. I can’t move on their own, so for me it is very convenient.

At the airport, I felt like a member of the Royal family. At first I was driving in the car with the signal lights, then in a wheelchair accompanied by airport staff.

In the plane to get to their seats, I also used a chair on wheels. Guess I looked like a pathetic version of Professor X from the comic “X-Men”.

The travel of people with disabilities do not always go smoothly, but this time everything was perfect.

2. It is still a lottery

My return to Ibiza showed that the policy of clubs against people with disabilities is still far from ideal. In the best case, the person on the wheelchair feels embarrassment, at the worst, he realizes that all to spit on him.

My nurse again did not want to let the Amnesia club without full payment.

And the only people who this time stood up for me at the entrance to the club, was able to change the behavior of the employees of the institution.

Trouble was waiting for me in the other club Pacha. My nurse called the guards questions and no one required additional entrance fees.

But I was asked to go through the service entrance where a wheelchair waited for a step on the way to the dance floor. One of the employees saw this, and showed us another entrance to the club via the fire exit.

All this unnecessary secrecy made me feel shame for himself and his condition.