We crossed to the southwest corner of Denman and joined the queue for bike rentals. I opted for a mountain bike, for I had grown accustomed to thicker tires and deeper treads with my own cycling trips back home. The Thai ahgase's cruiser included a basket for her crossbody pouch. Meanwhile, I proceeded with my backpack slung over my body.
We rushed back to spokes to return the bikes. It was there that we parted ways for the evening. The Thai ahgase's dinner plans involved Korean fried chicken and more walking, neither of which I was particularly keen on. We agreed on meeting back at the hotel later that evening.
Karaage seemed most prevalent, therefore accessible. While originally having laid eyes on Bentoya, their 6-piece set was too pricey for my liking. Moreover, leftovers of cold, mushy fried chicken was an image I direly wished to avoid.
I caught the bus to Olympic Village shortly afterwards, then the Canada Line home - er, hotel-bound.