The Last Bok of Namibia

Yesterday I rode back from Swakopmund to Windhoek in one of those 16 person buses. It was 5 hours of riding, watching the scenery and listening to the musical Afrikaans language being spoken by everyone on the bus. (It's a type of Dutch spoken by people in southern Africa). Midway in the trip I saw a lonely bok standing in the middle of a massive grassy field. He stood and watched the bus drive by and it seemed like a perfect last sight for me as a farewell to this lovely untamed country of Namibia.