Bangkok, with its broken pavement with random chasms and occasional motorcyclists weaving between pedestrians, rattling buses belching diesel exhaust, astonishing traffic, and ear-splitting street noise, seemed real, while efficient, orderly Singapore seemed almost like a dream.
Even the weather was a change. I never thought I would feel relieved by the pervasive mugginess in Singapore, but it really was a break from Bangkok, which was consistently a couple of degrees Celsius hotter.
Somehow, all the grit, grime, and chaos made Bangkok seem more real. Good thing, really, since there's so much of it.
All I ask is it be ten degrees cooler.