It was an excrutiating long wait, with a lot of last-minute stress (as you'll be able to see on my face..) but finally I got it done. Or well, I didn't do so much. It was mostly thanks to the kind owner of the hotel I'd been staying for two weeks in Oman, the A'Sinamar hotel, who did everything in his power to help me. Turned out that I was the first person ever to temporarily import a motorcycle into Oman - who would have thought! As you can imagine, that complicated things a little but in the end, I got all the right papers and the Carnet-de-Passage stamped too. Luckily I could take Basanti out of the crate right at the airport and I didn't have to rent a truck/forklift to get her out of there. Pretty much all the ground staff had gathered to get their eyes on this Indian Royal Enfield and they helped me put the panniers back on Basanti. I HAVE HER BACK! Finally the journey can continue!