John and I are sat in a bar in Larnaca. Our journey to Cyprus yesterday was quite uneventful. We have come here for a short break, just to get away from the turbulence of London. The adventure has just begun, and we have a lot to explore yet. Sat here though, overlooking the intoxicating Mediterranean Sea, an interesting thought just occurred to me: I have written so much on here about things like Star Trek and Lord of the Rings, but when you think about it, they all boil down to one overarching activity. They are all at the end of the day about travel. What is Frodo doing if not journeying across Middle Earth? And what is the primary theme I of Star Trek if not exploring strange new words and encountering new civilisations? Indeed, what do James Bond films boil down to if not basically travelogues to all sorts of exotic places, involving the odd action sequence and cold blooded murder? Thus all these fictions are essentially about travel; they are about going to new places and meeting new people. That might go some way to explaining why, sat here overlooking the sea with so many fascinating people around me, I feel so alive.