Even though you’ve never heard of him, the world’s greatest explorer is officially Charles Veley, and if you could ever locate Charles he’d easily prove it to you. Trouble is, Vanishing Veley is a very hard man to find. Today he is off Antarctica aboard a South African polar research ship, sailing to the South Orkneys for a bit of rest and relaxation before returning to port in Cape Town and then flying home to San Francisco. Tomorrow the South China seas? Micronesia again?

Charles Veley is, according to the fine folks at the Guinness Book of World Records who keep track of such amazing feats, The World’s Most Traveled Person. Marco Polo doesn’t hold a camel’s nose next to Sir Charles. This is the man who has been everywhere.

Since Charles is such a damned difficult man to interview it took some time for me to track him down. I finally met him on a park bench not far from his home in Pacific Heights, an upscale hilltop neighborhood in San Francisco. The park bench on the beach was a compromise; his lovely wife Kimberly scuttled our first meeting in the lobby of their apartment building.

“No, its not that,” she said. Kimberly had just given birth to her first child a few days before and was not in top shape herself. “He’s come down with a bad cold and doesn’t want to give it to you.”

I had been trying to set up this interview for months, but it turns out that - global village or not - it can be difficult to have a conversation with someone on an atoll in Micronesia. But we rescheduled and finally got together.

Charles seemed a normal looking person, soft-spoken and composed although he did have something of a faraway look in his eyes. He’d just returned home to celebrate the greatest adventure of all, the birth of his daughter, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere. Two weeks later I found out why, but in the meantime he told me his story.

Charles started his journeys early; at two his parents would often find their kitchen door open and their toddler missing. At six he would prop himself behind the wheel of the family car with a map in his hand and dreams of the open road. At 22 he explored Europe. Then at the height of the dot-com boom in San Francisco in 2000, Charles cashed in his job and shares as an executive of a booming software company and made millions. As millionaires are wont to do, it was off to the continent. One day aboard an airplane in the skies over Paris he heard about TCC, the Travelers Century Club, and the rest is history.

The Century Club is to “extreme travel” what a Maserati is to a Ford Pinto. Rich, famous, talented, good-looking, well connected? Sorry, you can’t just buy or bribe your way in. No, the only way to get into the TCC is to have visited at least 100 countries. This would take most of us up to 50 years, even if you spent every vacation in your whole life doing nothing but travel to strange countries. That’s why most TCC members are rather elderly. (The current Guinness World record Holder is Mr. John Clouse of Evansville Indiana, who has held the title for the last 15 years but is nearly 80.)

At age 34 Charles immediately threw himself into the challenge of nailing 100 countries with the same determination to “complete the task” that made him a millionaire. After all, travel is like designing software; it’s just a matter of logistics. Switzerland, Swaziland, Sarawak, St. Helena … poof! In no time Charles had bagged his 100 countries. That’s when he heard about ultimate goal hidden within the club’s rarified upper echelons, to become “the World’s Most Traveled Person.”

The first step is to complete the TCC list of 317 places. Why 317, when the United Nations lists only 192 countries in the world? Aah, you’re forgetting all those territories and protectorates and far-flung atolls, aren’t you? French Polynesia, for example, is a huge territory ruled by France. Greenland is administered by Denmark, and Antarctica doesn’t really belong to anybody but several countries have in the past claimed sovereign right to certain sections. And so it goes.

“ The second step,” says Charles, “is to complete the Guinness 14, or the 14 other items which happen to be on Guinness's Secret Internal List. Of course, I didn't even find out about this secret list until October of last year, which made for all kinds of consternation and inefficiencies in trying to pursue it.”

Nobody has ever completed the Secret Guinness 14. The current world record holder is the inestimable Mr. John Clouse, who has nailed twelve. But Charles has given it a fierce run and already has knocked off 12, including such impossible-to-get-to places such as the Coral Sea Island Territory; Heard and McDonald Islands; and Kingman Reef. The Kingman Reef escapade actually put him off travel for a while.

“ Have you ever dreamed that you were falling? Most people have,” says Charles. “Perhaps you are pushed, against your will, out of a perfectly good airplane. As the ground approaches, you say to yourself: ‘Wow. There's no way out of this. I'm really going to die. I wonder what it's going to feel like?’ I have recently had that very sensation. Thousands of times, in fact, and continuously.”

“Imagine, if you will, a 37-foot boat, capable of making only 7 knots, crossing vast stretches of choppy ocean, directly into the current and wind over 1000 miles in a 10-day period,” he continues. “I was able to enjoy it all, face first. As I attempted to cling to my bed, the boat would repeatedly drop away a good 5 to 10 feet, leaving me to free fall. The negative G's at the crest of each wave left me temporarily suspended, before falling to meet the mattress. And that went on for 1000 miles.”

Kingman Reef is nothing more than a tiny pile of coral about 1000 miles southwest of Hawaii near the Equator. It rises a few feet out of the water in two spots about a quarter-mile long, varying in width from zero to about 50 feet. The reef is covered with bleached coral and plastic ocean detritus, but nevertheless it’s on the list and therefore Charles had to set foot on it. But, as it turns out, Kingman Reef was just an intermission for an adventure that may have no end.

“ I have discovered and decided to pursue yet a third list, which I have determined to be an even more difficult list to accomplish,” explains Charles with nonchalance, as we watch two joggers bounce by our bench on their own little journey. “In fact, none of the world’s top extreme travelers has even attempted to complete this list. It is virgin territory. This list is compiled by the leading ham radio operator organization in the world, the ARRL. It contains 53 items that are so obscure as to be outside of both the TCC and Guinness lists. So, in my spare time, I have been pursuing these additional items in case of a Guinness tie. It serves as an excellent tiebreaker, and if someone else is crazy enough to pursue the Guinness record they'll have to chase me down this extra list too. So far, of the Obscure 53, I have managed to visit 19.”

It was starting to get a little chilly on the beach, and Charles had a newborn baby and wife he was eager to see again, so we parted ways promising to keep in touch. Two weeks later I received an email message, apparently from the captain’s cabin of the SA Agulhas sailing out of Cape Town, South Africa.