An unfortunate extended acquaintance with the inside of the Yalta Hotel

This morning I woke up violently ill, so I stayed behind in the hotel while Lydia explored the palaces of the Yalta conference. I guess at least I have everything I could possibly need in this concete monstrosity of a hotel (a former Intourist Hotel), it has 2000 rooms, nine bars, a private beach, nightclubs, a pharmacy (probably most useful to me today), beauty salon, hairdresser, massage therapist, post office, shopping arcade and a dolphin show.

As an aside, at the pharmacy it costs 1.80 Hryvnia for a packet of 12 panadol (and this was the price in a rip-off hotel, not a local pharmacy). That translates to about 3 US cents per tablet, which shows just how much profit pharmaceutical companies make in developed countries.