We spent two tranquil nights at 11 String of Monastery in Gurgulan mond over the Easter holidays—a hidden haven wrapped in silence and stars. Victoria, our gracious host, greeted us with warmth and kindness, even in the fading light of late evening.
The land welcomed us with open skies and whispering trees. Though the second night brought strong winds that tested our humble camping setup, the spirit of the place remained unshaken—resilient, raw, and real.
Toilets here are simple compost buckets, surprisingly comfortable, echoing the gentle ethos of the land. Showers are not part of the experience—embrace the open-air cleanse or journey 30 kilometers to a nearby town, where showers await, warm ones at the showgrounds for a modest $5 (payable at taralha General Store).
Our campsite, nestled in a patch of wild bush, was slightly uneven, shaped by the natural undulations of earth untouched. We pitched a dome tent under open skies, and though the ground was rough, the peace it offered was unmeasured. Other sites, we discovered on wandering, offered smoother land and spectacular views—each one a small sanctuary.
This is not a place of luxury, but of soul. There’s no reception, no noise, only gravel roads, clear creeks, and the distant hum of wind through leaves. It’s a place for those seeking serenity over convenience, silence over signal.
A few gentle tips: bring extra compostable liners, as reaching Victoria can be tricky in her absence. There’s about 1000 liters