Par-tay!
Par-tay!
Here’s the rub. The whole night/day process gets turned on its head and schedules, priorities, surf sessions and the working day takes second place to nightlife.
In mainland Europe, nightlife starts at midnight, rocks on until about 5 in the morning, and sleep, precious sleep, is only an option from about 6 am onwards.
No chance of the dawnies, very little chance of a working day starting at 9 am. Meetings and surfs have to be rescheduled for the afternoon, and the mornings on the beach are deserted ghost towns and empty waves.
It’s a new way of looking at any particular 24-hour period and when you finally embrace it, it seems like the right system for the human body to accept… for a week or so and then it seems fucked.
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