My hand goes for my phone – and stops. “We promote the digital detox here,” I’d been fairly firmly told on entering the foyer of Zulal Wellness Resort – though it’s less foyer and more ‘Bond villain with excellent taste in minimalist art’ bunker in the desert. How will James get out of this one?

I’ve been left to enjoy my lemongrass tea in Zulal’s House of Wisdom: an elegant mash-up of tearoom, library, apothecary and art gallery. The urge to photograph the jug of creamy white honey from Kyrgyzstan fades as fast as it has flared. I’m glad for the rules. Had I bottled the moment, I’d have lost it too; stashed away as a two-dimensional glow. I may not be ready for a past-life regression session but logging out of the matrix for a few days? Yes please!