He wore around a trench coat year round with compartments for all his stuff coming off the belt. In the winter, he'd wear a Russian fur hat and carried around a little pocket computer. He'd type on it all day long as it beeped as people stared at him. At the end of each day, he'd transcribe it into journals. He was the weirdest missionary in our mission and my companion for 3 months. The over/under on wanting to get blitzed away from him was 1-2 weeks. The hardest part of his personality was that he was domineering and opinionated. That got old quickly. I put him in his place a couple times and he stormed off to be alone for the rest of the day.