Believing that you had stumbled upon some kind of gym judging from the legions of men training diligently you walk around admiring their tenacity when one man catches your eye; he isn't working out and rather relaxing in a hammock reading a book as if her were on vacation. The man catches you staring and puffs out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette with a disinterested look.

Whadda' ya want, can't a man have some down time every once in a while?