Jay Clarke Took my partner to the Q Centre Ghost Encounters tour last night and we had a fantastic experience. Loved hearing the history from the tour guide, as well as her experiences on site. Deborah was a beautiful host, and assisted greatly in adding to the atmosphere, while also making sure everyone was safe and comfortable.
This is one that you need to tick off your bucket list for sure. Make sure to book the tour in advance as they are quite full.
Also, in regards to other reviews discussing BNB situations removing from their experience, my 8pm Sunday night tour was dead quiet. No other people on the site outside of the group, other than the spirits of course.
While I didn’t see anything, I had plenty of eerie encounters with unseen forces. Highly recommend, and I will definitely be back.
5 /5
Mark Eymes I am a local in between accomodation in my home town of Manly and I have now stayed 2 weekends at the Quarantine Station and I am very impressed. The location and views are outstanding, the rooms are good with really high ceilings and a bath! The shuttle is really convenient and Margaret and her staff are excellent and very helpful. Stay where the locals stay I thoroughly recommend it. Best value too!
5 /5
lani r we went here for a night, the officers hut makes it real, they dont give u much to live on but it makes a good experience, makes u imagine what they lived on back in the day. the bathrooms have a gd view n i suppose the ppl at the hospital place having a wedding could see us if we could see them so we hung up a towel...bit awks... the shuttle buses r fun.. u can call em n tell them yr lost at like 11 oclock at night n they will come n pick u up with a dissapointed look on their face.. very tolerant i wud say. ghosts r prolly real but i wudnt do the tour before ubstay here for the night or i doubt u wud sleep. we saw like the little rat thingys, bandicoots and it v kindly showed us the path before it figured out that it could run into the bush and we wudnt follow, we also saw an echidna which was used to people, n prolly very popular, so i took a photo to add to its papparizzi experienc
5 /5
Andrew ODowd In the year 1838, the William Rodger arrived in Sydney, a journey that began with hope but quickly unraveled into tragedy. I was among the passengers, a Scottish tradesman seeking a new life in the colony. The air was thick with anticipation as we approached the bustling harbor, our ship mistakenly cleared to dock in the city rather than being diverted to the Quarantine Station. It was a fateful oversight, one that would have devastating consequences.
At first, there was an air of celebration. We marveled at the sunlit shores, eager to explore the promise of Sydney. But within days, whispers of illness spread among us like wildfire. Typhus had taken root onboard, and soon, sixteen cases were detected in the city. Panic ensued as authorities scrambled to rectify their error, sending the William Rodger back to the dreaded Quarantine Station.
By the time we reached North Head, the number of infected had risen to 144. The sick and their contacts, including myself, were stripped from the world we had just entered and thrust into the harsh confines of quarantine. The very air seemed to weigh heavy with despair as guards barked orders, rifles slung across their shoulders, ready to enforce the draconian rules. We were reminded daily of the grim ultimatum: stay within your assigned area or risk being shot.
The station itself was a nightmare made real. The sick were separated from the healthy, and passengers were divided by class, as though disease respected social standing. The most harrowing experience of all was the infamous shower block. There, we were marched into dimly lit stalls where an acid wash awaited us, a cruel method intended to scrub disease from our bodies. The searing pain of the solution stripping away the top layer of skin was something none of us would ever forget.
Tragically, the toll of the disease continued to mount. Among the 45 who lost their lives were the ships captain and his 10-year-old son. Their passing cast a shadow over us all, a stark reminder of the indiscriminate reach of typhus.
For months, we endured the relentless isolation, the grief of watching friends and strangers succumb, and the ever-present fear of falling ill ourselves. Yet, amidst the suffering, there were fleeting moments of humanity – a shared ration, a quiet song carried on the wind, a whispered prayer for better days ahead.
When I was finally released, the man who stepped onto Sydney’s soil was not the same one who had left Scotland. I carried with me the scars of survival, both physical and emotional. The dream of a fresh start had been marred by tragedy, but I vowed to honor those who hadn’t made it by forging a life worth living.
The story of the William Rodger remains a cautionary tale of hubris and human error, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. For those of us who endured, it was a testament to resilience and the indomitable spirit of those seeking a new beginning, no matter the cost.
5 /5
