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!".