When Némo said “we will meet on Saturday morning at 4:45 and we will return on Monday just before midnight,” I knew I had found the right guide for the 3-day hike through Vale do Pati.
Some agencies in Chapada Diamantina National Park in Brazil offer tours that cozily depart hours after breakfast, where tourists are driven around in SUVs and may have to walk the last few steps to a waterfall. But I wanted to hike, wanted to advance deep into nature, to where even off-road vehicles couldn’t reach. The 50 km in three days sounded manageable, although I underestimated the difficulty of the terrain and the differences in altitude that would have to be covered.
Only on the way to the bus stop, I noticed that World War II had begun at 4:45, too. My search for a witty remark to this effect was abruptly interrupted by the sunrise, one of those natural spectacles one can observe very rarely due to its disadvantageous scheduling.
Sunrise is the wrongfully neglected partner of the duo of situations in which the sun heaves itself across the edge of Earth.
The Happy Hermit 
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“one of those natural spectacles one can observe very rarely due to its disadvantageous scheduling.”
A masterpiece of understatement ;-)
On the other hand, on my last visit to Germany (in January last year), I was most disconcerted to discover, on preparing to go down to breakfast, that it was still dark at 8 o’clock in the morning!
That’s true. The further north or south you go, the more of a regularly visible occurrence these sunrises become. At least in winter. I spent a winter in Lithuania once where the sun rose even later. And then it only hung around for a few hours.