He looks more like a handsome journalist, right?
When I met Morgan in 2008, he had been a professional journalist for over three years: one year in radio and at the time, two years in television. But one afternoon shortly after meeting him, he showed me a magazine article written about him in which he confessed that his childhood dream was actually to be a ninja paleontologist.
From my understanding, this is a martial arts expert who also enjoys discovering fossils.
Four years later, I am still completely in love with the grown-up version of the South African kid that once aspired to be a ninja paleontologist. (*To read the awkward story of how we met at a Zimbabwean refugee camp, see An African Boy and an American Girl.)
As detailed in the blog post linked above, it’s not the easiest thing in the world to date cross-continentally. Visits are few and emails and Skype are the ‘meat and potatoes’of your relationship.
But over the past four years, Morgan and I have shared the most amazing experiences together.
We’ve dived with sharks on the South Coast on KwaZulu Natal. We’ve roadtripped the entire east coast of the U.S., seeing all of the sights of New York City on a day-pass and finishing with dinner in Chinatown at 3 a.m. We’ve border-hopped into Malaysia, rode a motorbike around most of southwest Thailand and climbed a volcano in Bali, Indonesia.
We island-hopped in Mozambique and my ninja paleontologist prepared lunch in a straw hut over fire for 80 preschool children in Vilanculos. Most recently, he’s ‘hippo-hunted’ with me in St. Lucia after we went on a game drive through a UNESCO World Heritage site to the Indian Ocean.
Basically, I’ve gotten to travel around the world with my best friend.