Queenstown, Tasmania deeply unsettled me and I can’t explain why.
So I've been solo travelling around Tasmania and had one of the strangest travel experiences I’ve ever had in Queenstown.
I checked into the Empire Hotel in Queenstown planning to stay the night after driving from Strahan. The weather was awful, low cloud, drizzle, dark, barely anyone around. The off-season and I think I was the only tourist. But there was just something about the atmosphere of the town that got to me almost immediately.
Nothing happened. Nobody was unfriendly. I wasn’t unsafe. But within about two hours I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to leave right away. There was something telling me that I COULD NOT stay the night.
I packed my stuff back into the car and drove the 4 hours all the way back to Hobart in the dark. I didn't stop once and kept one eye on the rearview mirror. The Lyell Highway was equally unsettling.
It’s hard to explain properly. The whole place just felt incredibly heavy. There was a weight. An intensity. The energy.
I’ve travelled a lot, including some pretty remote parts of the world, and I’ve never had a town affect me like that before. I've never felt the urge to leave somewhere I've booked.
Am I imagining this or do other Tasmanians/Australians know exactly what I mean about Queenstown?
Also, before anyone says it, it’s not that I’m uncomfortable with small towns or remote places. I live in a pretty small remote town myself in North America and have spent a lot of time in isolated areas. I'm also NOT at all superstitious.
EDIT: this is my first Reddit post and I’m surprised it’s received such attention. Just to clarify, I live in a remote isolated misty non-touristy mountain town in the moody Pacific Northwest, not a city dweller as some have assumed here. It wasn’t simply the weather and atmosphere. It was a feeling.