Pilgrims Rest

This old gold diggers' town is in the Transvaal-Drakens mountains and has been kept as an open air museum. You really feel like in a novel from the southern states. While we were staying at an appartment with Victorian furniture the employees of the hotel were running arount dressed up as you can see in the photo. The place is called like this because of a story of its discoverer. He was roaming about when he suddenly found a giant gold nugget. Then he calles out, contentedly: "The pilgrim is at his rest!".