What makes Palawan so special

Last time I told you why I skipped Bali for Palawan — now let’s talk about why I stayed. Because this island? It’s got a vibe that sticks.

You’ve probably already seen the postcards. Turquoise lagoons, jagged limestone cliffs, island-hopping boat tours with names like “Tour C” and “Tour D”. What makes Palawan so damn special?

Here’s the thing: Palawan isn’t just beautiful. It’s soulful. It doesn’t just show you something pretty — it slows you down long enough to feel something real.

It’s not the WiFi. It’s the silence.

Palawan has signal now, sure. But what makes it special is that you sometimes forget to check your phone. Not because you’re disconnected — but because you’re finally connected. With yourself,  the people around you and the sound of the ocean brushing the shore like it’s whispering secrets just for you.

It’s nature on nature on nature.

This place doesn’t do “manicured”. It doesn’t curate. It just is. From the fireflies that blink like slow-moving stars in the mangroves, to the sea turtles that pass you by with a “yo bro” kind of grace — Palawan doesn’t perform for you. You’re just lucky to be there while it lives.

It’s the people who stay (not just pass through).

There’s something about Palawan that keeps people coming back — and then, staying. You’ll meet travelers who arrived for a week and are still here six months later. Artists who came for the light. Divers who came for the reef. Dreamers who came for a break — and ended up building something new.

It’s a magnet for the kind of soul that wants more than just a getaway. It draws in belonging.

It’s slow mornings and long conversations.

No rush. No overplanning. Mornings spill into afternoons. Coffee turns into lunch. You start talking to someone on the beach and five hours later you know their childhood trauma, their favorite noodle dish, and their dog’s birthday.

It’s that kind of place. The kind where time forgets to matter.

And no — it’s not just El Nido and Coron.

Don’t get me wrong — they’re stunning. But the magic of Palawan lives in the in-between. In places like Port Barton, San Vicente, Sibaltan. In fishing villages and forest paths and that beach with no name you stumbled onto after a wrong turn and a flat tire.

The stuff that sticks with you won’t be the tours. It’ll be that one night with the acoustic guitar, the rum, and the sky full of stars that looked like someone spilled sugar across black velvet.

So yeah. That’s what makes Palawan so damn special. Not just what it shows you, but what it slowly gives you — if you let it.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s calling you too.

Planning a little detour of your own?
You can always find me at Tentstar Eco Resort — barefoot, caffeinated, and halfway through a story. Come see what it’s like to stay where the signal fades and the soul kicks in.