Let me explain my choices:

It’s just past midnight because I’m riding the TCR, and that’s the sleep schedule I’ve set for myself. I’ve finished my day of riding, and plan to kip here for three solid hours before descending this hill and putting in another hopefully big day, and - fingers crossed - arrive at CP2.
I’m on the top of the hill because the mosquitoes are bad at night in Bulgaria, and with minimal sleeping kit, my nearly-naked body is completely lain to their mercy. High on the hill, in the wind (which is of course strongest in the middle of a paved lot, away from the trees), the mozzies are just about bearable.
I’m wearing only my heart rate monitor and sports bra because, frankly, I can’t see why I would remove them to sleep - they both take too long to get on and off, and I’m only here for a few hours. My bib shorts, on the other hand, need to be far, far away from me for these precious three hours so I can air out (yes, that is a little crude, but you’ve clicked on a link for #cyclistsintoilets - what did you expect?).

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