You know, it’s weird: the more I explore London, the more captivating I find it, the more fascinated I am by it and the more deeply I fall in love with it as a city. That has been the case for the last fifteen years. These days, though, this fascination seems to give automatic rise to an even more intense curiosity about what lies beyond London. If London is this cool, what might other cities be like? Surely there must be even more awesome cities out there, just waiting for me to explore them. I suppose such an evolution of feeling was inevitable: the paths I regularly take in my powerchair, once so intriguing, are beginning to get tiresome. It just goes to show that even the most vibrant, captivating metropolises can start to feel dull after a while. Yet, it isn’t that I have started to dislike London; more like my fascination with it has spawned a growing desire to know what might lie beyond it, in the world’s other great cities.