Yes, I've been there. 30 days. One visa duration. I've been to Bangkok for some days. I've traveled up the north in a tourist bus to Shang Mai. Nice place. Found an unorganised travel companion. Traveled further north to Pie. Run into a guy I've met in Kathmandu. Travelled down south to one of the major ancient cities in Thailand. Travelled up north to an even older and more ancient place of thai culture. Stayed a day longer and send my travel companion off. Traveled down to Bangkok. Forgot my cup. Drove up again. Picked up my cup. Drove down again. Bangkok some days. Travelled south. Travelled to Koh Tao. Stayed there. Sick, eating, not snorkelling. Left to Malaysia.
Thailand in 30 days.
The country I saw most of, so far. At least when you take the days I've stayed, the size of the country and the places to be, visit and see in consideration and comparison to all my other countries. That's my Thailand in stations.
What's my Thailand like in moments? A hostel at the river? Mc Donald's, Burger, Coffee and Sins? Way to much food? Travels on the known path? Happy smiling dogs on the street? Meditation for peace? My almost left behind cup? My stolen pink scarf! Drone flights and nearly being arrested for spying on the government? Flower in guns? A street full of rosters? An old british lady with long nails and even longer stories? A hidden tree house paradise with hammock? Food? Food? Food?
An outcast of my Thailand in keywords. How much forgotten? How much not kept in my mind? How much vanished and lost? What's suppose to stay, stays. What belongs to you, comes to you.