Oumlil Hotel Rabat
Avenue Okba, 31 Rabat, 10000, Morocco
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... not taking pictures, but you will just have to take my word for it - the pastries were beautiful and delicious. Unknowingly I chose two savory pastries - one was a chicken, herb, and vermicellli pastry that looked like a deep fried burrito from the outside, but really it was a phyllo type fried dough, the second looked like a filled donut, but was stuffed with curry chicken and sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar. Not your typical pastry, and I've got ...
Rabat and Ramadan
... with the red the longest route that I chose.
There were also themes within the garden regarding recycling, water retention, conservation of forest and rain forest, the need for insects, biodiversity and so on. There was no doubt Francois had the best of intentions with areas devoted to the plantation of green ravines, Asian and Brazilian plants and trees and the additions of Polynesian huts, suspended bridges and over 600 species of plants from 5 ...
Rabat In One Day
... for an evening rest. Just before "break-fast" we hit the streets again and joined the locals frantically buying street food from the busy vendors. We took our bag of Moroccan delicacies down to a vantage point to enjoy while watching the sun set over the Atlantic. This was a great way to finish our day in Rabat. Hopefully the last couple of days signify a positive turning point of our time in Morocco after a turbulent start in the ...
Dance like a Rabat
... what his nationality might be. I thought American, Tony though English. Both wrong - he was Irish, and lives 10 minutes from my house. We went to the same school at different times, and know many of the same people. Freaky stuff. We palled around with Mossy Egan for a while, and then teamed up with some Germans to go and get some nice stuff for sandwiches, etc. We sat and chatted for ages, and hit the bed after the sun went down (gets ...
Morocco Part 1: Wait, are we really in Africa?
... eat (kul). We were clearly going to have to find other ways to communicate, which of course, is nothing new to us. Thankfully, our house brother, Tarik, spoke English, and even though we were never completely sure if he understood us, we were really lucky to have him there. He even brought us to two Moroccan clubs, AKA, pool halls. It was not until we returned to our house for dinner that I saw him. My father. This Moroccan man ...



