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thrift store sweat and treasures in taytay, palawan

@Maya Stone3/10/2026blog

so i flew into taytay, palawan, with one duffel and zero plans, just a vague craving for vintage sweatshirts and maybe a leather jacket from the 80s. the second i hit the tarmac, the humidity-84%, they say-slapped me like a wet blanket. temp's holding at a steady 24.84°c, but feels like 25.57°c, which means my jeans are already clinging to my legs and my phone's fogging up. i just checked and it's...this soup-like air, hope you like that kind of thing. if you're lost, here's where i am:

. yeah, it's a speck on the map, but the thrift game here is wild, i swear.

my first stop was this rumored market behind the San Augustine church, popping up on wednesdays. i arrived at dawn, the sky all pink and gold, and the stalls were already a tornado of clothes. digging through a box labeled 'bulk usa', i pulled out a neon windbreaker-

vintage windbreaker

-bright enough to signal a plane. cost me 80 pesos. the vendor, an old man with grin like a jack-o'-lantern, told me it was from a tourist who stayed in the 90s. probably bs, but i bought the story with the jacket.

later, i hit the 'bota factory'-actually a repurposed shoe warehouse-where the air smells like leather and dust. someone told me that this place has everything from military jackets to crocheted doilies, and they weren't wrong. i found a pair of bell-bottoms with patches sewn on, feels like they've danced at a thousand beach parties. i heard on a yelp thread that the owner's nephew sometimes has vintage band tees, but he's only around when the tide's out. total lore, but i'll camp out next week just in case. for more gossip like that, check this tripadvisor thread where travelers argue about the best hidden thrift spots in palawan-some say the real gems are in the provinces, not the tourist zones.

the weather's been a constant-heavy, like walking through jello. pressure's at 1014 hpa, which i googled means stable air, but all i know is my cotton shirts never fully dry. if you get bored of rifling through racks, the islands around tawi-tawi are just a short boat ride away. i've been eyeing a ferry to coron, but i'm too busy chasing the next score.

spent the afternoon at a bazaar by the port, where a woman selling sarongs whispered that the night market has 'loot bags'-mystery bundles for 200 pesos. i bought one, and inside were three blouses, one with a sequined collar that might date back to carnaval '79. another local warned me about a guy with a parrot who tries to pass off modern fakes as vintage. i played it cool, but yeah, i stuck to the piles with no sellers nearby.

if you're diving into this scene, bring electrolyte packets and patience. the heat's no joke-i've sweated through two bandanas already. also, there's a facebook group called 'palawan pickers' that's got tips on pop-up sales; someone posted about a clearance sale in brooke's point this weekend, might be worth the trike ride.

as dusk fell, i sat on a seawall, my bag stuffed with clothes i don't need but totally want. the humidity finally broke with a drizzle, and i watched the sky bruise purple. taytay's not polished; it's dusty, loud, and the streets smell like fish and diesel. but when you unearth a dress that's been through three owners and still has its tags? pure magic. just remember: haggle hard, stay hydrated, and trust the parrots at your own risk. oh, and if you need a visual break, here's another shot from the market:

thrift market

. i'll be back, probably with a new pair of jeans and a story about the guy who sold me a shirt that might've belonged to a pirate. maybe.

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About the author: Maya Stone

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