Yes, I've been there. 30 days. One visa duration, one special moment: My old lady. She was cool. She was seriously cool. I wished I would have listened to my inner voice, staying and spending more, good time with her. The signs were more than clear and obvious. I haven't. Not at all. 
She was old. Very old. A life lived, with ups and downs. Wins and looses. Personal. Social. Emotional. Now she is by herself. Old. Wrinkled. Scotch and Smokes her daily pleasure. A simple, sad, standard room. Grey walls, grey furniture. A small shelf. A telly. Artificial light. Not much air is circulating in this small stinky and sticky room. One of her moments of the day is the street cat, coming every morning through the half opened window, saying hello and checking on her and her wellbeing.
She moves slow. Very slow. Her nails are long. Very long. There is a manicure needed. She wants to go. Get an appointment. 'Should do' like she said so often. As well as a hair cut. She says, like knowing the necessity? But no energy to make anything happen? Like we were meant to meet. All her 'should's' my spoilers? Why not? 'Cause I was trapped in the mind fuck of backpack, exploration and experience, not realizing that a pretty cool one was just presented right in front. To times it felt I am sitting in front of my older self. Could recognize myself in her when she was energeticless lowering her shoulder saying 'Should do!'. Started to grasp the concept of relativity, time ad space when she were loosing her self in her memories, one more time reliving, being the moment again.
One visit in her unpleasant room, I asked myself, if this old british lady has lived a fulfilled life? For sure a life with lots of different chapters all with their own magic, beauty, pain and sorrow. When she was younger she must has been a rare jewel, 'cause how otherwise explain her endless stories about her and some british high society names, dance nights, flirtings … and how wild this time was. She enjoyed it being back there. You could feel the change. She was happy and light … back in the days. Then there was also this chapter in her life, while she was living in Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan? One of them. With her husband and son. They must have lived there for quite a while. at least her son become a young grown up before he got blown up by a mine. An old lady with a roller-coaster of a life.
A roller-coaster that is still going. 'Cause that sweet old lady with her 80 something is thinking about making a life dream come true: M A C H U P I C H U. One time in her life she wants to breath south american air. ... and she is already planing her trip. Waiting for a friend from Australia, where she also spend a chapter of her life, to come and pick her up for a christmas holiday to an almost forgotten but still magical kingdom in Peru. Freaking awesome this lady!
Seeing her makes me feel. Simply feel. Sadness for her loneliness, 'cause she is lonely. She is the last of her family. There is no one left. It's her time now. Loneliness is good. The few moments I've spent with her, I could sense when she was drifting away, living through her life, forgiving herself, becoming lighter. 'Well; I should' lightlessly and carelessly said. She is one of my rare and special jewels of Thailand.