Oman: gone

At Seeb airport, the chap at the check-in desk tried his best for half an hour. He was confused by the fact the four were on two tickets, had to enter all of their details into the computer again (why?), struggled hugely with seat allocation and then only checked-in three of the six cases at which point the baggage tag machine finally beat him. Otherwise everything else was fine. After brief mother hen formalities, our little chickens passed through immigration to the duty free shop to collect as much booze as they could carry in accordance with Al's plans.

It's all gone very quiet in the house….sniff.