Add in the very amicable people, a total lack of crime of the type that so afflicts Aotearoa, plus the very pocket-friendly prices away from the tourist traps and you have a great destination that, like all Shangri-Las, has one big flaw.
Plastic is everywhere. Cities, towns, even out in the desert.
You walk up a narrow wadi for a hour in the early morning heat, no one in sight and slip into the cooling pristine clear waters of a wadi pool.
You quietly swim up the wadi, through small caverns and under overhanging rocks, feeling as if you were an aquatic Dr Livingstone.
You enter a final chamber, seeking a shore to rest and there, on the perfectly positioned smooth rock ledge, lies a pile of plastic.