Gleisneun - Kißlegg

Here I have a fresco stamp that is rare for me, probably because I have to live in obsesity. It's not that I'm very sorry, it's at least good for the figure. But sometimes I'm really relieved that I can even feed something. This place is worth a small article, because it can reach a small Swabian circle of readers who occasionally travel with the multi-sloped track and have to change to Kißlegg. Then please don't wait for the connecting train on the train, only in the hallway, there is a pleasant surprise if you don't get to do it with the boss of the restoration team working there, whose behavior forces me to take a star to the place. Shorter in the comment bar. If you googelt 'Gleisneun in Kißlegg', you know that the successor of the railway station has become a trendy cafe where once a month the bear is loose, with live music from local resources, not seldom stegriff compensated. This should be mainly attributable to the neighboring youth house in the town of Kißlegg, from where the demand was probably burdened. The original name recalls times when the last line, number 9, today in a broken position, connected the cities of Kißlegg and cheeks from Prellbock to Prellbock without switch. Who remembers the bordeaux-red rail bus by taxi in the passenger room? Despite diesel also a piece of railway romanticism: Of course, 'Gleisneun' was originally installed to offer the traveler food and drink. This is an amazing number, measured by the size of the provincial railway station, because it is possible to cross and move for many local railway lines and two long distance trains. The connection to the Oberschwabenbahn, which connects the "Allgäubahn" from Lindau to Kempten and further to Munich in Hergatz and the "schwäb'sche Eisebahn" from Friedrichshafen to Ulm and further to Stuttgart in Aulendorf, was most common and took every milk can along the rail. Around the turn of the millennium I had the opportunity to use this favorable connection for 5 weeks a day, because this train traveled hourly in both directions and was usually very well occupied. At this time, the DB continued to travel with an old soloist, and during the shock time the walls of the small ball curved outwards. But that also had advantages: The path through the Upper Swabian Moorlanschaft is a little woody and the only two-axle soloist occasionally danced to something. But you couldn't fall and the doors were locked during the ride. D That reads as if it were no longer. Not, but it was a little new decorated, things have new names and are therefore new. This is how efficient promotion works. And if you look closely, you will find the alther under the fresh color. Why not, it worked long. Why DB has left this profitable route is not known to me, at least the successor organization “bodo” also runs hourly with a number of 2 modern, deeper cars and makes profit anyway. For peak times, sufficient seats are also available, so that the lamina fats can stick together even once without everything. Anekdote: Everyone knows the song: “On d’r schwäb’sche Eisabahna” where the stations are listed in the first stanza. Only the last one can find nowhere on the route Stuttgart Meckenbeuren: Durlesbach. This was a small side jump of the ice rink of the junk with the upper strip and from where the train does not even hold, the original of the immortally sung train stands on a stand completely with Boierle, Seim Wible and the conductor in bronze, not to forget that the bead is attached to the last comment I grabbed on it. Yesterday I met the site personally, so I feel entitled to evaluate it as well. I know the products of the bakery Wolfgang Einhauser, which have been distributed there for a long time since the workplace of my property is around the corner and it can use the great opening hours to supply their family with fresh baked goods of all kinds. For a few days I have been very appreciated by straw Swiss and since I have learned a very specific bread that is only available from this bakery, nothing else left me to drive 11 km there to get 60 cm of bread baked in the yards and thus to buy the 'Gleisssneun' empty, at least as to these breads. While the amazing but friendly service made the scale a little free to weigh this great object I had to admire the selection of confectionery under the glass counter and annoy me about my existence as a diabetics, things looked too tempting. Should they also be interested in my mental torment. I even envy the 5 unavoidable wasps that were fed there. Since the facts and pictures can be found on the professionally designed and highly recommended homepage, I will save the reader at this point their repetition and bring me into a small speculation: The takeover of this place and the extension into the unused switching room (travel machine on the train, friendly help, if necessary from the train station manager should have been DAS Schnäppchen for the mini bakery Wolfgang Einhauser. In any case, uninterrupted personnel are sought, currently a part-time cutlery. Pssst, the puppies do not know yet: D The historical mesalliance of the ice rink of the swamp with the upper screeching path did not rest, so I had to drill a little further. And behold, a diamond for lovers: a version of the children's song, written and sung by the immortal swab folk actor and comedian Willy Reichert [here link] [here link] And since I don't want to steal pictures, here is a link to Durlesbach, to the monument of the swamp 's ice rink: [here link] A comment on the title picture: This is NOT stolen! As part of my research at Kißlegg Station, I found a stack of schedules from BOB Bahn to take away. The title picture inspired me and I asked the station manager for a unique publication on the right. I have a lot against a comprehensive statement from Golocal. The ice rink and the Oberschwabenbahn have legalized their affair, the family board is called BOB (Bodensee Oberschwaben Bahn), the mother has donated the Durlesbacher Gaißbock as a logo. The couple was very fertile, has increased enormously and is now called "bodo" [here link] Here the announced attempt to explain why I took a star to the place afterwards: As an assessment criterion, Golocal suggests the assessment of personnel with regard to the kindness of retail and gastronomy. Until yesterday I let this flow without comment into my overall judgment, but now there was something in the “glesneun” that differs from the overall impression of the site and what never happened to me as a guest or customer in this form: I came into my hair with the boss for no reason. But again I was on site to get half a meter from my favorite bread, whose name is “Pista Nova”. I was served by a young girl whose smile was enough to salute the old tomb killer all day. I asked her if I couldn't make some phonegraphs from the interior of the "switch" with a new furniture. “From her like (but actually she has to ask the boss) – at the same time she pointed to someone with the nose tip, in which I could not see a “...in” best will. You're surrounded! Like someone style is really absolutely his private thing, but also my opinion about it as long as I think it is me if I am not asked. But this stark case radiated instinctively into my soul and from there probably again through my eyes and possibly meet like a grenade “doll”. I will do the devil to describe the lady, it could be that a reader feels like this kind of sympathy, then I have the salad. We don't like the feeling that this was more than clear, but I wanted something from her, so I pulled myself together and politely neutralized my question of permission to treat the interior. The lady did not even try to be polite, the sound with which her counter question “What?” was based spontaneously reminded me of a snap turtle (character properties please google. I patiently explained beings and aim of Golocal, answer: "knowing" followed by a categorically compelling ban on photography. Now I got angry and threatened with permission from the owners of the building, represented by the station manager. Now their return came grenades: “Do this when you are back, the police are already there. We rented the waiting hall, so we rented the house properly. And you are now out of the house.” – I am not afraid of the police, on the contrary, the practically inexplicable “snell court” would have come to the lady to be expensive, a groundless police intervention costs the deduction to the 400 €. Well, this four-eyed house ban is ineffective anyway, there is something missing to make it legally enforceable, I know that, but the contestable lady is not. So I will continue to pick up my Pista Nova there and let me serve by one of the loving girls. And as far as the pictures are not taken, I can only refer to the homepage cited in the title. When I become a very evil person, when I am being blown out, I hope that Mr Einhauser will read this complaint from a customer and at least dictate his prestige deputies.

Here I have a fresco now, which seems to me rather rare, probably because I have to live in forced asceese. isn't that I suffer very much, it's at least good for the figure. but sometimes I'm really relieved that I can feed something. this location is worth a small article, because it might reach a small super Swabian reading circle, which travels from time to time with the multi-sexed track and has to change into kißlegg. then please don't be economical to wait outside on the train ascent for the connecting train, in the hall, there is a pleasant surprise when you don't get to do it with the chefin of the restoration team that works there, whose behavior forces me to take the location in after a star. nearer soon in the commentary bar. if you googelt 'gleisneun in kißlegg ' times, you will learn that the successor of the railway station has turned to the trendcafe, where once in the month of the bear is loose, with live music from local resources, not seldom stegriffcomposed. that should be owed first line to the neighboring jugendhaus der stadt kißlegg, from where the need was probably accused. the original name reminds of times when the last gleis, number 9, today unleashed, the cities kißlegg and cheering of prellbock to prellbock without soft directly connected. who remembers the bordeaux-red rail bus with driver's cab in the passenger compartment? Despite the same also a piece of railway romanticism: of course, 'gleisneun' was originally installed to supply the traveling with ice cream and drank. that there are amazing many, as measured by the size of the province railway station, because it is crossing and transferable for each quantity of local railway lines and two distance trains. with the most frequented was the connection to the upper swab railway, which the 'allgäubahn' from lindau to kempten and continue to münchen in hergatz and the 'schwäb 'sche eisebahn ' from friedrichshafen to ulm and continue to stuttgart in aulendorf and on the way took any milk can next to the rail. around the millennium turn, I had the opportunity to use this cheap connection 5 weeks a day, because this train trafficked hourly in both directions and was actually very well occupied in the way. at that time the db was still driving with an ancient soloist and in the rush time the walls of the small drive arched out. but this had also advantages: the route through the super-weaponic moorlanschaft is a little bumpy and the only biaxial soloist danced occasionally to something. but one could not fall around and the doors were locked during the journey. : d this reads now as if there were no more things to do with it, but there was a little re-decorated, the things got new names and are therefore new. so works efficient promotion. and whoever looks closely finds the old-fashioned again under the fresh colour. why not, it worked for a long time. why db has given up this profitable route is not known to me, at least the successor organisation “bodo” also drives hourly with a garnitur of 2 modern, deeper-laid cars and still makes profit. now there are plenty of seats for the push times, so that the lamina fats can bounce even once without everything sticking together inside. small anecdote: everyone knows the song: “On the swab ‘che ice rink’, in which in the first strophe the approached railway stations are counted. only the last one can be found on the stretch stuttgart meckenbeuren nowhere: durlesbach. the one was a small side jump of the swab 'shee eisabahn with the upper swab track and from where the train lacks milk can does not even last, stands on a stand track the original of the immortal whistle to all with boierle, sem wible and the conduct in bronze, not to forget the ****-tied pus-headed Yesterday I met the location personally, so I feel entitled to evaluate it as well. I know the products of the bakery wolfgang housed there for a long time since the workstation is my best around the corner and it can use the great opening times to supply their family with fresh baked goods of all kinds. for a few days, I have been a strohwitwer and since I have learned a very specific brot, which is only from this bakery, I have not had anything else to go there than the 11 km to get up 60 cm of the bread baked in meterlaiben and thus to buy the 'gleisneun' empty, at least as far as these breads are concerned. while the amazed but friendly operation made the scale a little free to weigh this great object I had to admire the selection of confectionery under the more glastreen and to annoy myself as a diabetist, the things looked too tempting. should they also, who are interested in my psychic skills. I even envyed the 5 unavoidable puppies that were fed through there. because the facts and pictures are to be found in the professionally designed and highly recommended homepage, I save the reader their repetition at this place and get into a small speculation: the transfer of this locality and the extension into the unused switch room (passenger on the way, friendly help position if necessary by the railway station manager should have been for the minibäcker. in any event, a part-time confectioner is looking for a personal job. to the left, the puppies know nothing yet: d the historical mesalliance of the swab 'che eisabahn with the upper swab railway did not leave me rest, so I had to drill a bit further. and behold, a diamant for lovers: a version of the child's song, texted and sung by the immortal swabs the title image inspired me and I asked the warden for a unique publication right. against a comprehensive statement from golocal I got it, for me a good deal. the swab 'che eisabahn and the upper swab track have legalized their affair, the family rule is bob (lake above bob bahn, the mama has donated the durlesbacher gaißbock as a logo. the couple was very fertile, has enormously increased and now is called “bodo” [here link] here the announced attempt to establish why I have taken the location in afterwards a star: golocal, as an evaluation criterion, is suggesting the assessment of the personal in the sight of ease. until yesterday I let this flow into my overall sentence without comment, but now there was something in the “gleisneun” that differed from the whole impression of the location and what had happened to me as a hospitable or annoying never before in this form: I got into the haare with the chefin, and from absolutely no reason. but the following: I was once again in front of the site to get half a meter of my favorite bread, whose name is “Pista Nova”. I was served by a young girl whose smiles alone were enough to salute me old heavy killer all day. I asked her if I could not make a few handygraphs from the interior of the “switching hall” with gleisneun mobiliar. “It’s liked (but actually she has to ask the chefin) – with her nasentip, she showed someone I couldn’t see a “...in” at the best. ah herrjeh, prejudgment come out, you are surrounded! So how someone styles is really absolutely his private thing, but I also think about it as long as I keep it for me if I am not asked about it. but this stark fall radiated instinctively into my soul and from there probably through my eyes out again and possibly hit like a granate “druben”. I will do the devil to describe the dame, it could be that a reader feels like this, then I have the salat. we did not like us, that was more than clear to feel, but I wanted what of her, so I was tearing myself together and asked politely neutral my question to be allowed to hand the interieur. the dame did not even try to be polite, who was undermined ton with her counter question “What?” spontaneously reminded me of a snap turtle (characteristic properties please googles . in this really inappropriate ton followed an inquisition from the finest. I explained to be patient and the purpose of golocal, answer: “Kennchncht” followed by a categorical imperativen ban on photographing. now I became angry and threatened to get me the permission of the owners of the building, represented by the warden. now her retour grenades came: “Do they do that when they are back, the police is already there. We have leased the waiting hall and thus the house law. And they have no house right now.” – I have no fear in front of the police, in the opposite, the virtually insane “snell court” would have been that that would have come to be expensive, a groundless police effort costs the trigger to the 400 €. Now, this under 4 eyes-pronounced house is anyway ineffective, there is something lacking to make it legally enforceable, I know that, but the incontroductible. So I will continue to pick up my pista nowa there and let me use one of the kindly girls, and as far as the pictures that have not been made I can only refer to the homepage quoted in the title. as I become a very evil person, when I get kicked out, I hope that my home reads this klage of a customer and at least dictates his presumptuous sales representative.

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