|Half past fucking four in the morning, Quy Nhon, Vietnam|
|Of course, everybody else and their grandma is already up and chipper|
|Why not jog in the pre-dawn light? Why not stick a fork in your eye while you are at it?|
|The sky, it is mocking me.|
|I'd say a mellow yellow, only it is still not even bloody 5 am|
To add insult to injury, the first morning I misjudged the time and trudged down 10 minutes too late. This is, of course, the time where the sky shows you the fading remnants of the most awesome colours ever, just to mock you. Thank you, sky of Vietnam.
But! There is a way to trick the forces of nature - just stay up until sunrise. Of course, you will be too drunk to take any good photos, although you'll think you are snapping the next Pulitzer. Oh well... back in the hammock.