Meeting An Around the World Cyclist

Now  I face an existential crisis. The nation puff my birth has entered Climate Crisis and while the Rest of the World offers sympathy and aid I want to tell them to save their alms because you will be next. Events in Australia being symptomatic of a world climate in revolt.

So, my children and I do a Climate Refugee thing and pack up and leave to avoid the heat away from the coast.  We're talking 10 to 20 degrees difference and the option of soaking in the cool waters of the Pacific,  and seeing boats.  Just with my shoulder healing,  sailing is off limits just now.  The other day,  my birthday actually,  I met briefly with a remarkable and anonymous cyclist.

My children,  daughter's boyfriend, niece and myself had been soaking in the sea and poking inn rock pools, really soaking up the experience.  As the sun began dipping and hunger began biting we headed up for a cold shower,  the open kind you typically sea on beach promenades where people gather to wash off sand and salt and often to chat lighthearted. While I was approaching the area and various people in states of undress,  gear and clothing scattered about,  I noticed Udo's Owner,  standing off, quietly dusting of his feet,  and packing his bicycle.  A beautiful machine,  sleek and decked out inn an array of very small storage pouches.  Apart from a certain grimey look,  it could have been a big standard commuter or weekend warrior mount.  But the wear spoke off hard use,  I approached Udo's Owner and asked off he'd ridden a long way. Her smiled and have a brief (modest) detail that he'd ridden from New York.  At this point I got overwhelmed and asked about food (!he bought meals as he needed them and carried "very little"), he explained that he rode alone except for Duo the monkey strapped to his rear rack and flew from country to country. 

I beckoned my daughter over: "He has ridden around the world". Udo's dad was opening up a bit and with a thick Spanish accent,  but in good English he revealed that he'd ridden "America, across Europe,  China's Middle East,  China and I am riding to Melbourne".
I said " Oh, west about,  you're nearly home?". He said:"Smiling,  I go to New Zealand,  then Hawaii. "
"Then across USA".
"I've done that,  I rode across America and it was very boring".

He reluctantly revealed that he'd covered sixty five thousand kilometres.  I just said "that's incredible".  I was amazed,  here we were on a on a crowded beach,  and this totally casual guy was revealing details of a most amazing feats a gunman being can undertake.  Pretty soon he would leave and only we would know. He, smiling and amazingly modest, finished packing,  put on his shoes and left, but not before givng a smiling wave. I gazed,  quite stunned as he rode away looking like he was off home after a 30k day ride.