It makes no difference which time zone it is. Last week, in California, where the time is eight hours behind the UK, it was 4:30 every morning. This week, in Beijing, which is eight hours ahead of the UK, it’s still been 4:30 every morning. If it was 3am, you’d go back to sleep and think nothing of it. If it was 6am, it would be getting light, you could go for a walk or a swim. Fanatics can jog and exercise. The newspaper’s been delivered, so you can make a cup of coffee and read it in bed. The morning TV news programmes are underway. The world is happening around you, and you are part of it. But 4:30 is a real bitch of a time. The world is at its darkest, coldest, quietest, loneliest. And that’s when I ruddy well wake up.
Is 4.30am the worst time to wake up?
What is it about 4:30am? Whenever in a majorly different time-zone I always seem to wake up at 4:30am. Too early to get up. Too late to go back to a decent, deep sleep.