The sanatorium is located on a huge territory, there is a place to walk, sit in nature. Exercise equipment, a playground, a small park, a sea of gazebos. There are trees and lawns everywhere. About the disadvantages: we lived in the second building, the furniture needs to be repaired, the plumbing is in a tired state. There are no air conditioners in the rooms. Altel's mobile service is not picking up. Wifi seems to be on every floor, but it's unstable. Procedures are prescribed every other day. And so the food is fine, the staff is responsive.
In the summer of 2010, I had a rest at the Arman sanatorium in Saryagash with my grandmother. I was 13 years old at the time, and I met some guys I was having fun with. I especially remember one girl from Aktau — she was also 13, just like me. I remember that at that time I was always sitting on a bench, the Agent was stuck on my phone, and she was the first to come up to meet me, but her friends were shy and sent her to meet me. She was very sociable and got along with people easily.
We started spending time together, but as a boy, it was awkward for me to be friends and only go out with girls. I asked her to find us a boy friend so that there would be a "balance" in the company and so that I would not be ashamed. We were sitting and discussing what kind of friend we needed in the company, all the boys were being watched and searched for a sanatorium, as if they were casting. The first candidate was a boy from my city, Karaganda. We were already happy, but he didn't want to be friends with us and decided to walk by himself. We didn't let go of our hands and continued to search further. In the end, she found a boy from Mangystau, and introduced me to him. He turned out to be a great friend, and the four of us had a great time. I remember when we went to the park, and she treated us to ice cream and all sorts of goodies. Sometimes we walked together, and sometimes separately — she and her friend, and I with this friend.
At the end of the rest, I became very ill, the temperature was high, and I almost did not leave the room. But my friends came to my grandmother's, found out how I was feeling, and asked if I would go out for a walk. I felt better before leaving, but because of my childish stupidity, I did not say goodbye to the girl from Aktau. And he didn't exchange contacts.
Now I would really like to find these guys. A girl from Aktau and a boy from Mangystau, if you're reading this, write to me on Instagram: @rustem_smanov. I would really like to know how you are doing, how your life turned out.
I forgot your names, but I didn't forget how kind and cool you guys were... I'm attaching a photo of me and my friend from Mangystau together (I'm on the left in the picture).
That summer was special, and I am grateful to you for making it so. I still remember you. I hope Allah will allow us to meet again.🤲🏼🤍
The best sanatorium in Saryagash in the price/quality class! The staff is generally golden! Friendly nurses, caring doctors. The service staff is always ready for any questions. And, most importantly, they are a close-knit team. The leaders are well done! They managed to create it all. Thanks! I've been there 5 times and I'll be there on the 6th.