Last night was the gala dinner requiring formal dress. With a lot of pulling and tugging I managed to squeeze into the pink dress. We had our photo taken with the captain a small Italian man who reminded me of dad. After the photo we were ushered into the theatre for champagne and canopies. The dinner did not disappoint but had the sense to forego a couple of courses and leave room. The entertainment was an Italian Elvis who sang like Pavarotti without a hint of ...

This picture of us was taken overlooking the grand reception area.

A picture of us on our first formal evening.

This was taken of Mick and Cathy on on our first formal evening

This is a picture of the palace at Muscat. It is a very well kept place with beautiful marble tiles the full length of the entrance. Unfortunately it is not possible to visit as it is used solely as a government building, which seemed such a shame, but fairly typical of what we saw as the policy throughout the Arab states. Our local taxi driver who clearly visited this spot on a daily basis had never had the opportunity to look inside.