The Fitness Centre was located in a different tower than our room. After receiving guidance from the front desk, I trodded to the other end of lobby and alighted the elevator. Upon exiting, the designated room was identified by posted signage. I didn't have high expectations to start, though the scene was overall more dismal than expected. Equipment variety was limited to a treadmill, treadmill with incline, elliptical, cycling machine, and one weight machine. Free weights and tarnished exercise mats were situated by the door, across from a water dispenser and landing area with cubbies. I stayed clear of the free weights, for a lady was occupying the space for an intense circuit while panting heavily. A few warmup movements were executed before I maneuvered to the treadmill. It wasn't long before I hopped off though, for I was certain that I'd be achieving - and exceeding - my step count in the upcoming hours. (Spoiler: I did.)
"I thought we were going to wake up when we wake up?" She groggily commented.
"Well, it's like 8 now. I thought we were going for brunch." I responded, senses now sharpened with caffeine.
"I thought you were still sleeping since I saw the cow." She chuckled. "I thought you just weren't moving!"
"Oh, my cow" A grin escaped the corners of my mouth.
The Thai ahgase glanced over at me, a look of fear creeping up her face. "Are you sure??" Her voice quivered slightly.
I nodded and grabbed her arm. "Just keep walking and don't look back."
We found Jam Cafe on Beatty Street, just steps away from Keefer Place and Stadium-Chinatown station. The wait was minimal for a spot on the streetside patio, and we were seated underneath a slanted patio umbrella in a matter of minutes.
I ultimately could not finish the plate, and opted to take it to go.
It was an interesting space, though one that offered little privacy from the happenings on the other side of the door.