Ah Wiesbaden....I used to stay in the nearby little village of Walluf, with frequent forays into the Big City. A nice bar I found in Wiesbaden was notable for a plunge pool behind a glass wall...through which several naked young frauleins could be seen disporting themselves.
I always made an excuse and left - although returned several times to check that I'd made the right decision....
It's a trick I tell ya. There is a sensor which is triggered by the approaching bus. As soon as the bus arrives, then the clock increments to the appointed time. Voila . . . always on time
for some reason you have a lot of glass walls over there. Can you snap a photo of the Plunge Pool ? thanks in advance
Ah Wiesbaden....I used to stay in the nearby little village of Walluf, with frequent forays into the Big City. A nice bar I found in Wiesbaden was notable for a plunge pool behind a glass wall...through which several naked young frauleins could be seen disporting themselves.
ReplyDeleteI always made an excuse and left - although returned several times to check that I'd made the right decision....
Nikos:
ReplyDeleteIt's a trick I tell ya. There is a sensor which is triggered by the approaching bus. As soon as the bus arrives, then the clock increments to the appointed time. Voila . . . always on time
for some reason you have a lot of glass walls over there. Can you snap a photo of the Plunge Pool ?
thanks in advance
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Affer - kindly drop us a line with the location of the plunge pool please because Bobskoot wants me to photograph it.
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