I was in Cape Town the last day of a basically 30 month long trip. As one does in Cape Town, I waited in the very long line in the very hot sun to get to the top of Table Mountain. I watched the hikers from a distance scaling the side of the mountain and really wished that was me, but I was tired and very unprepared, and it was my last day on the continent. One day I'll go back and I'll be the little ant-like figure off in the distance that everyone in line is watching.