It is a smooth ride flying into Istanbul.  I think we are the first flight into the airport this early in the morning.  Getting through custom is very easy, just walk up to the window and pay the costly visa fee, US$45.  The airport is quite morden compare to the others that I have been to.

It is indeed a very unique experience when having 64 million dollors in my hand!  That isn't much, only US100, but I just can't stop smiling thinking that I am at least a "Millionaire in Turkish Lira".
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I am not sure where to stay, so I just pick a hostel from the Lonely Planet guide book and pointed the map to the taxi driver.  He doesn't speak English at all, but luckily he recognized where I wanted to go.  Thirty minutes later, I am right in front of the Sultan Hotel.

Staffs are very friendly here, in no time I checked into a room with eight bunkbeds.  At the time, there are only two Korean sisters.  We exchanged our greeding briefly, then pick the bed next to the window, drop my bag... I am in another country again.  Rain starts to fall, I covered myself with a blanket, listening to the rain hitting hard on the glass window, wondering what time it is back home and what are my friends and brothers are doing... soon, I felt into sleep.