Went to the Civil Status Centre this morning - no queueing for the Jet Driver. Something screamed in Arabic from the back of the room by the PRO and Oman's finest parted the crowd like the Red Sea.
Fingerprints: No more messy hands! All digital now! Wow! Just like in the embassy of a certain big place, the last time I went to get a flight training visa. Like something out of Star Trek - and the cops seem fairly adept at using the stuff as well.
Over across the road for a resident's card. Photo taken...."Nope, don't like that! I look cross-eyed! Can you take it again please? Much better! Thank you."
A handful of rials later and Jet Driver is legal again!
Took the coast road as far as Shatti and noticed the improvements there. The new junctions are very "Abu Dhabi" don't you think? And then the new diners and bread shops beside the Beach Hotel - christ, it's only been eight weeks since I left! Nice! Keep it up folks!
Didn't make it down to Ruwi to get my Grog Licence yet though. Can't have a house-warming barbecue without beer and wine! Oh no!
Need to get a few nights on the terrace in before it starts to get mental hot again!
Right! I'm off to Unfair to get some grossly over-priced steaks and potatoes. Later, my pretties!