Day four in Chatan: a cat cafe we backed out of, goats on the way and four cats on a seawall path, the Aeon souvenir shelf, and a lounge so full strangers sat at the next table.
Day five of five: breakfast after we overslept, a cat cafe we had given up on the day before, forty minutes on a treadmill, and why we spend a hotel credit down to the last yen.
Orion on tap, a food lineup that repeats every other day, and the karaage that ran out on night three. What the ninth-floor lounge actually puts out, and who it is worth booking for.
