When I was a little girl, around 7 years old, our family went to Bali for Christmas, where we slept in thatch huts on the beach (before the large hotels came). Remember how blissfully one slept as a child? Well, my mother awakened my four brothers and me in the middle of the night and marched us in our pajamas through 4 miles of jungle (or so it seemed), she leading with a flashlight. We were not amused, but she promised that we would remember this night for the rest of our lives (!). When we reached our destination (again, in the middle of the jungle), she, with the joy of sharing something extraordinary, shined her flashlight on a flower (for this we were wrested from a happy, dreamy sleep?). It was a Night Blooming Cereus. And a memorable experience.
Thought you ace gardeners might enjoy the story from the New York Times, published on September 24, 2018.