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I met him at the guest house we were both staying in. He'd stopped to get his forks mended as he'd run over a child in Iran.
This was in the mountains, late autumn, it was sometimes warm enough to wear a t-shirt in the day. However, it was sub-zero at night. I was trekking, and it was waaay sub-zero at night with occasional waist-deep snow in the mountain passes. He had stories of sleeping in bus stations and truck stops, didn't mention sleeping out at all.
When I bumped into him in Kyrgyzstan some years back, he didn't have sleeping gear. He was doing a training ride - from Paris to Hong Kong.