Back in Beijing and suffering from the worst biorhythmical confusion I’ve ever had after the eastward trip. I wake up in the middle of the night, fully alive and in best mood. Funny thing is, in my regular Frankfurt context that would have been during the evening hours. So what does that mean? My body interprets my Beijing midnight attempts to go to bed as an afternoon nap or what?
Inverted Jet Lag
rofl! i have ever known that your get-up-times are something special. welcome to the club. (says someone who stands up earlier as normal during the christmas days)