Thursday morning we lingered at Berg-En-Dal, trying to decide if we should stay there another day since the place was so nice, or whether we would follow through on our plan and drive to Pretoriuskop and see what there was to offer there.  We eventually decided to go take a look at Pretoriuskop Rest Camp, and Tom drove, which gave me a chance to relax a little.  Driving on the wrong side of the road from the wrong side of the car tends to get on my nerves after a while.

On the way we stopped at a couple of historic markers and a get out point but we weren't too interested - we must have been gamed out.  We noted that we were on the Voortrekker Road - for those historians among you, this is the road taken by the Voortrekkers in times of old.  After a beer and nuts lunch and a nap, we sat in the back yard and watched a warthog systematically empty and inspect the contents of every single garbage can in the courtyard.  This rest camp is the oldest in the park, and is partly under re-construction.  The restaurant was a make-shift room, but the food was good.  We had Baby Marrow Soup as one of the courses, and it was good, but I don't know what it was.