Monday April 1st
Getting in last night was a piece of cake. 45 minutes from the plane kissing the tarmac and we were being driven out of the car park, on our way to Mr & Mrs VNP's home.
Most of the passengers had got off at Doha, and very few newbies had joined us for the 1 hour & 10 minute hop to Muscat.
First, we joined the 15 minute queue at the Travelex desk for our Tourist Visas - Omani Rials 20 each, plus the CC fee and charges, making a total of OR45.020 - as we are here for over 10 days. The cheerful guy said we could pay however we liked, opting for the credit card, despite the extra charge.
Over to the no-queue Passport Control where the guy was equally as laid back, asking us several questions about where we had come from and where we were going.
The cases were already off the carousel and all neatly stacked in a row. Into the x-ray scanner and the guy looked at the screen, glanced across at us and smiled, "Four!" he said, referring to the 4 litres of alcohol that were carefully stowed in our cases. "Yes!" I said, as we walked out of the airport, shedding my fleece in the 27C evening air.
Now, it's the dawn of Day One here in this villa at The Wave. From my bed in a room slightly smaller than the whole of my house in the UK, I look out across the kidney-shaped pool, to palm trees waving in a sky so blue it can't be true.
Something tells me life doesn't get much better than this.