The one odd thing I have experienced on the couple of occasions I have been in tropical parts is that there is no twilight there.
When the sun starts to slip down below the horizon that is effectively that - it is dark within minutes.
But not here in these latitudes where, at the height of summer, one can tarry in the backyard until 8.30 in the evening and still read a book.
That is something I relish and miss terribly in the winter months.
I'm one of those who will wait until the clock reads six, as the winter evenings roll along, and then wander outside to gaze towards the northwestern hills of the horizon to look for a faint glimmer of light.