Oman: sunbed logic

Ann began the morning by placing towels on the one vacant sun bed. During breakfast, she switched towels to another bed using some form of mother-and-daughter logic I have observed (but not understood) many times in the last thirty years.
With bellies full of beans, the sun lovers cremated on the hot sand as the temperature rose to the mid thirties. Meanwhile I scrambled around on the rocks frightening crabs and one local fisherman who suddenly appeared from behind a rock as if he was up to mischief. The water was beautifully clear.

We checked out at 12 o’clock and cooled down in the restaurant before consuming some extraordinarily good fish biryanis.

Back in the car, the air conditioning brought the temperature down to 38C as we approached the road around Sur which was lined with flamingos loitering in the shallow waters of the estuary. The rest of the drive was effortless thanks to the new road which took us from Ras Al Hadd to Azaibah in two-and-a-half hours.