Jowalbinna camp is beside a river and set in a grove of tall, elegant Moreton Bay ash trees. We awoke each morning to a thundering dawn chorus led by laughing kookaburras, screeching galahs and trumpeting red-tailed black cockatoos. The blue-winged kookaburras also joined in, but these pretty tropical birds have a more rasping croak than their better known cousins. At night the milky way shone brilliantly in the clear skies. Away from the coast there is little humidity and the cool evenings require warm clothing.
Guests sleep in huts without doors, on comfortable beds, with fresh sheets.
A candle awaits in its holder. Dinner is in the large open shelter to the light of kerosene lamps. The boiler is lit each night for hot showers and the tucker is hearty and nourishing. Some travelers may find the camp a little primitive, but the tranquillity quickly seduces and all my fellow guests were reluctant to leave. You end up as relaxed as the wild horses who loll about the clearing.