Long Read

digging for dead people's jeans in cagayan de oro (and other humid adventures)

@Gabriel Kent2/7/2026blog
digging for dead people's jeans in cagayan de oro (and other humid adventures)

this humidity hits different when you're elbow-deep in a pile of 70s rayon at some back-alley *ukay-ukay stall. i just checked my phone-25.57°C feels like but my sweat stains say it's 40°C with existential dread. the air’s like lukewarm soup right now, hope you’re into that sauna-core lifestyle.

scored a cowboy shirt that probably survived martial law near Divisoria Market. someone told me the best finds get dumped before typhoon season-"kay magluod ang mga spirits sa basa," but hell if i know. overheard two aunties arguing outside Crafts by Cagayan de Oro: "That tourist bought the Santo Niño spoon rest! Blasphemy!" classic.

a man standing on top of a lush green hillside

need a break from thrifting? whitewater rafting at Cagayan River is mandatory. some dude at Kagay-an Brew whispered they found a WWII rifle in the mud last year-immediately booked a trip. dumb idea in this heat? absolutely. worth it? obviously.

if you get restless,
Bukidnon’s cool pine forests are three hours uphill or Camiguin’s volcano island’s a ferry ride away. but honestly? just post up at Boy Zugba and inhale sinuglaw while old men argue cockfighting stats.

women's black shirt lot

local gossip corner: someone swore they saw Imelda Marcos’ lost luggage in a Gaston Park basement ("300 pairs of heels, pare!");* another said Night Cafe’s torta vendor moonlights as a shaman. believable? with this humidity? nothing’s impossible.

final haul: four shirts, one suspiciously stained abaca hat, and a
souvenir spoon* for the blasphemers. check Kagay-an Tours for rafting or CDO Bloggers Recs if you, unlike me, have standards.

man peeking through window blinds


You might also be interested in:

About the author: Gabriel Kent

Coffee addict. Tech enthusiast. Professional curious person.

Loading discussion...