Oral: Seyahat rehberi, fiyatlar ve ücretsiz konaklama · 2026

DIDaniyal Issatayev17 Ara 2022Oku

Question 1. Exchange programs are a wonderful opportunity for young people—and not just the young—who are full of energy and desire but short on cash. Moreover, exchange programs are most often organized between universities; in fact, thanks to one such program, I flew to Europe for a semester last year. Question 2. Speaking of my experience, I noticed that I had a lot of awkward situations involving European trains, and you will read about one of them. It happened last year when I was an exchange student in Poland, in the far west of the country. My friend and I set off for the eastern city of Oświęcim to visit the Auschwitz concentration camp—yes, our interests were quite specific. The journey there, which took 9 long hours on a train with seats, cost me the health of my backside. The tour went fine, if one can speak correctly about a concentration camp… The problems started on the way back. We arrived at the Oświęcim station 40 minutes before the train was due; by the way, their station looked like something out of a horror movie. The scheduled time had long passed, and our train was still nowhere to be seen. After 15 minutes of waiting, I started looking for station staff. After 10 minutes of searching, we ran into a conductor who explained that there was a system error and we had actually bought tickets for a bus (even though the ticket said 'train'). He said there would be another train in an hour and we could go for free if we wanted; we had no choice... At that moment, I hated Polish trains and their entire transport system, but there was nowhere to go, and I definitely didn't want to spend the night in that city. For an hour, we—two Kazakhs in a city that looks like Silent Hill at night—sat and tried to entertain ourselves. We even met a very strange Pole who looked like a cartoon character. I still remember that cold platform where every minute felt like an hour. But nothing lasts forever, and our train finally arrived. Now we hoped we wouldn't miss the second train from Krakow to Bydgoszcz (our city). As you might have guessed, we were late. We had to buy new tickets for two separate trains to get to our city. And so, after two transfers and 14 hours on the road, again on seats, we finally reached our dormitory. I have never missed my dorm so much. It's a pity I didn't get to sleep properly, because the next day I had a flight to Barcelona, but that is a completely different story. Question 3. After I returned to Kazakhstan, or rather, when my foot stepped onto the land of my hometown, Uralsk, the first thought that came to my head was: "I want to go to the USA." The logic was: "I've been to Europe, now I need to conquer America." If we talk about real reasons, I realized that my city is too small for me, and plus, while youth is still in full swing, I want to see, visit, touch, try, and feel. My choice fell on Work and Travel, because it's one thing to travel for 2-3 weeks as a tourist, but it's completely different when you, even if only for 3 months, become a part of this country, absorb its culture, make new acquaintances, go through culture shock, and get used to it. I am a person who grew up on American "Disney" and "Nickelodeon" series (shoutout to "Big Time Rush" fans), and this program will fulfill my dream of living in the USA, seeing those very American suburbs (where, in series, murders most often happen), playing rugby wearing those huge "armor" pads, and visiting the best city in the world, New York. Question 4. During Work and Travel, I first of all hope to see and feel all the beauty of the United States of America; as you read above, this is the dream of the teenager sitting inside me. Also, as an English teacher, I want to improve my language and make good friends. And of course, earn enough money and bring gifts from America to my family (classically, new iPhone models). And I also have one small goal: to show the merits of my people by my own example, to be, so to speak, a representative of Kazak

OOOralbek Otegulov29 Kas 2015Oku

America was created for everyone and it is full of fun. You can live there as you want. Of course under the American laws. You have the rights and duties. If you are under 21, you can’t drink alcohol. It’s prohibited by Federal law. During my trip in America I found a lot of friends from different countries of the world. Most of my friends are from Bulgaria, Ukraine, Moldova, Romania and Turkey etc. We are still keeping in touch. Some of them invited me to see their countries. And I decided to write something about them. The first person who I met in Rehoboth Beach was Mirela Balan – helpful Balkan girl. She is very friendly, intelligent, attractive, beautiful and clever. She is from Romania and she has been living in America for some years. When I was working in Corner Grille as kitchen assistant, she also worked there as waitress. She is really nice person and true friend. I dream to see her again and I believe that my dream will come true in one day… Rehoboth Beach is full of students from all over the world. We meet most of them on the street, on buses, in churches. The next friends I met were Monika Mageranova and Didi Ilieva from Bulgaria. We met while we were going to the Walmart supermarket. Monika helped me choose a phone. Before that, I walked around for 3-4 days without a phone. Yes, walking without a phone is not an easy task. At this moment, I realized that our lives are completely tied to mobile phones. When we are in our country, if something happens, we immediately run to the phone. Following this habit, I also reached for the phone in my pocket, took it in my hand, and only after looking at the screen did I realize that it couldn't help me here. Only then did I wake up. Even though there were people all around, I felt lonely. I really had no one there. I didn't even have a phone with Wi-Fi to access the internet. Others at least had these phones. But I had nothing at all. The French language, which I had been struggling to learn for years, was of no use. My only weapon in my hand was the English language. From this moment on, I realized that it is a very powerful weapon. Only when I mastered this weapon freely did my life improve. Yes, English is truly the most powerful weapon in the world. If every Kazakh child masters this weapon perfectly, no enemy can defeat us. I met many people in America. It is impossible to write about all of them individually. I will only briefly touch upon the most noteworthy ones. One of the people who left a special impression on me was a Kosovar girl, Arjeta Zabeli. I met her on August 20, 2014, when I went to the state of Pennsylvania. - Hi! - Hi! - What’s your name? - Arjeta. - Oralbek. - Nice to meet you! - Nice to meet you too! Where are you from? - Kosova. - Kosova? Oh, really? - Yes… Do you know Kosova? - Yes, I know Kosova. - Where is it? - It’s in Balkan Peninsula. Between Serbia, Albania, Montenegro and Macedonia. She was wondered and said: “You are the first person who knows Kosova. Nobody knows Kosova here”. - I know. It’s new country… That’s why most of people don’t know about it. - How do you know Kosova? - I like politics. I know your President Ibrahim …(I couldn’t remember his last name) - Ibrahim? Our President is woman…. - I know. Your first President… Who was his last name…? - Do you mean Ibrahim Rugova? - Yes! Ibrahim Rugova. He was very nice person… She was very surprised when she found out that I also knew about Ibrahim Rugova. Because even about Kazakhstan, which gained independence in 1991, many people in America do not know much, let alone Kosova, which gained independence only in 2008. If they know, they only know from movies. Yes, Ibrahim Rugova was indeed a good person. But he did not live to see his country gain independence. He passed away 2 years before independence, in 2006, at the age of 61. I never thought I would meet people from a small country located on the Balkan Peninsula in America. I met such a pure creation of nature for the first time in

OOOralbek Otegulov21 Ara 2014Oku

The power of my dream always leads me forward. My dream always pushes me forward! (for the full translation of the blog into Russian, see the end of the text) "Boldly continue in the direction you have chosen in life. Be as faithful to it as possible. Only then will you achieve success." Margaret Thatcher (1925-2013). Former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. May 25, 2014. Local time 4:44 PM. The Italian plane numbered "AZ7616" that took off from Venice landed at the airport. As soon as we got off the plane, we flowed towards registration with a thick crowd of people. We look around, then we look at each other. People speaking in various languages. We continued to move forward, following the people in front of us. I still can't believe anything. It's like I'm dreaming. At one point, we reached the document check. Only after the customs officer stamped my passport did I feel that the dream I had been waiting for for a long time had come true. Yes, I am really in America! This building is the amazing John F. Kennedy Airport. From the airport, we were heading by subway towards 42nd Street in Manhattan. Along the way, images of my life path up to this point began to appear one by one. It is very easy to say everything in words now, but how did it all start?... I, Oralbek-bey Zhubanalyuly Otegulov, will try to describe as accurately as I can the things I have witnessed, known, and accepted as truth... Exactly 12 years ago, an event happened that completely changed my life. At that time, I was in the 4th grade. I was only 10 years old. We opened the floor in the house, assuming that some valuable document that had been lost had fallen under the floor. The document was not found, but something that had been lying under the floor for many years and had been chewed up by mice was found. When I wiped it off and read it, it was a "Map of the USSR History Textbook" published in 1964. That is, an Atlas. That Atlas became my close friend. Thanks to that map, I got to know the world. Thus, I developed a dream to see with my own eyes the countries of the world that I knew from the map. Later, I started buying large atlases and reading the history of the countries of the world. Perhaps I felt even then that all this would be a great help to me in the future... At 11 years old, my geographical understanding of the world was formed. I could find any country in the world on the map in an instant. However, knowing the world only from a map or a book is not enough. For that, you need to travel to that country and get to know its culture, traditions, and rhythm of life. And to achieve all this, of course, you need to know the language. With this goal, as soon as I finished the 9th grade, I went to college. After studying for 4 years in college, I entered the university. In the first year, I submitted my documents to the AKEAK agency in Aktobe to go to America with Work and Travel. My parents accidentally gave me permission and money. They gave it, but deep down they wanted me to change my mind. I, of course, felt this. Even though I felt it, I did not turn back from my path. At first glance, it seemed like everything was going well, but everything turned out completely different from what I expected. They didn't explain anything to us. They did everything themselves. We only signed. Due to some misunderstanding or perhaps disagreement at the top, we were unable to go to America. Later we realized that our Job offers were not approved. So my hopes sank, and I lay at home all summer with the "American dream". We were 15 people left from Aktobe. Later, we barely got our money back. The next year, I decided that I would go no matter what. I hung a large map of America in my bedroom, and every morning when I woke up, I directed my first words to that map: "America! I will come to you no matter what"! So, the next year, AKEAK closed that program. I learned that there was another agency, Inter Exchange. Thus, I tried to get to America again. The process

VViktormorfeus929 · 4 Kas 2010Oku

One morning on July 24th, while our car was still being registered, I was biking to work at a restaurant. I was turning on the bike path as usual. At the turn, a car with a large trailer behind it brazenly cut me off. Or rather, the trailer cut me off, not the car. My bike got caught under the trailer's wheels and was left in pieces. By some miracle, I ended up on the shoulder safe and sound, and at first, I didn't even understand what had happened. And that jerk who hit me just kept driving like nothing happened. It's a good thing a decent citizen was driving behind him who waved him down, like, 'Hey, stop, you hit someone.' So, he stopped, walked over to me, and said, 'Sorry, I didn't see you.' I started yelling at him, 'You could have killed me! What kind of driver are you if you don't look around?' I said, 'That's it, I'm calling the cops.' So I called 911 and told the woman who answered what happened and where I was. She asked if I needed medical help. Like a fool, I said no, just police. The cops arrived, we all wrote down what we saw (me, the jerk who hit me, and the decent citizen who stopped him), the cops gave me the driver's info, and left. So I told the guy, 'Look, we need to settle this, I'm the victim here, you wrecked my bike and tore my shorts.' He said, 'Okay, I'll give you $20 for the shorts and fix the bike.' Just like that... That's Americans for you. The fact that I almost became disabled didn't matter. I agreed, what else could I do? He drove off, and I decided to walk to work slowly. But then Victor (my previous boss from painting) arrived, whom we had already become friends with by then, and told me I needed to go to the hospital and 'squeeze' money out of that ahole who brazenly cut me off. At first, I was a bit scared to go to the hospital because of their astronomical medical bills. I thought, who's going to pay for this? But since Victor insisted on going and said he'd help 'squeeze' money out of that jerk, I agreed. Plus, I had my own insurance, I thought. Turns out I was wrong. We arrived at the hospital, went inside, and my friend led me by the arm. I was still 'sick' after all. They registered me and took me to a room where they left me to wait for a nurse. One nurse came, then another, asking me all sorts of things. I answered them, 'Oh, yes, my leg, arm, and head hurt a lot.' Of course, I was exaggerating a bit, but I think I had every right to. In the end, they examined me and took me for X-rays and an MRI. They took about 20 pictures of my whole body and said I didn't have any fractures. That was already good. Then they prescribed me 20 Tramadol pills and sent me home. We went to the pharmacy, and I honestly bought my Tramadol, even though I didn't intend to take it. Victor promised to help with a lawyer who was supposed to help me 'squeeze' money for treatment and moral compensation from the person who hit me. But since it was Saturday, I decided to wait until Monday to call the lawyer. So, insurance. Waiting until Monday, I called the lawyer Victor recommended and told him what happened. He told me that, unfortunately, he couldn't help because I was only in the hospital for one day. They only help people who were there for at least 3 days. Okay. Fine, I thought. I have my own insurance. I called my insurance company and told them what happened. Their answer just killed me. It turns out that riding a bike is 'engaging in active sports' and is not an insured event. But the woman who spoke to me on the phone promised to ask her manager again about my case. Two days later, I received a response from them: 'Dear Victor, We have received an official response from the Insurance Company stating that the case is considered uninsured. In this regard, we recommend that you pay the bills yourself. Sincerely, Duty Coordinator, Olga Litvinenko.' Two days later, I got a bill from the hospital for $2,500 and another bill for the X-ray for $300. Since MY insurance company refused to pay, I was left alone

DIDaniyal Issatayev17 Ara 2022Oku

Question 1. Exchange programs are a wonderful opportunity for young and not only young people who have plenty of energy and desire but little money. Also, exchange programs are most often carried out between universities; by the way, thanks to one of such programs, I flew to Europe last year for one semester. Question 2. Speaking of my experience, I noticed that I had a lot of embarrassments related to European trains and you will read about one of them. It happened last year, I was an exchange student in Poland, in the far west of the country. My acquaintance and I set off for the eastern town of Auschwitz to go on a tour of the Auschwitz concentration camp — yes, our interests were rather specific. The trip there itself, which took 9 long hours on a train with seated places, took a toll on the health of my backside. The tour went fine, if one can properly phrase such a thing about a concentration camp… The problems began on the way back: we arrived at the Auschwitz station 40 minutes before the train's arrival; by the way, their station looked like it was from a horror movie. The needed time had long come, but our train still hadn't arrived; after 15 minutes of waiting, I began looking for station staff. After 10 minutes of searching, we ran into one controller; he explained to us that there was an error in the system and that in fact we had bought tickets for a bus (although the ticket said train). He said that in an hour there would be a second train and we could go for free, if we wanted of course — we had no choice... At that moment I hated Polish trains and their whole transport system, but there was nowhere to go, and I definitely did not want to spend the night in that town. For an hour we, two Kazakhs in a town that looked like Silent Hill at night, sat and tried to entertain ourselves; we also met a very strange Pole who looked like a cartoon character. I still remember that cold platform, where each minute felt like an hour. But nothing is forever and our train finally arrived. Now we hoped that we would not miss the second train from Kraków to Bydgoszcz (our town). As you might have guessed, we were late. We had to buy new tickets for two separate trains to get to our town. And so after two transfers and 14 hours on the road, again in seated places, we finally reached our dormitory. I have never missed my dorm so much. It's a pity I couldn't sleep properly, because the next day I had a flight to Barcelona, but that's another story. Question 3. After I returned to Kazakhstan, or rather, when my foot touched the ground of my native city, Uralsk, the first thought that came to my mind was: "I want to go to the USA." The logic was like this: "I was in Europe, now I need to conquer America." If we speak of the real reasons, I understood that my city is too small for me, and besides, while I'm still young in some ways, I want to see, visit, touch, try and feel. My choice fell on "Work and Travel", because it's one thing to travel for 2–3 weeks as a tourist, but quite another when you, even for 3 months, become a part of that country, absorb its culture, make new acquaintances, go through culture shock and get used to it. I am a person who grew up on American TV shows on “Disney” and “Nickelodeon” (shout-out to fans of "Big Time Rush") and this program will fulfill my dream of living in the USA, seeing those American suburbs (where, in TV shows, murders most often happen), playing rugby wearing those huge "pads", visiting the best city in the world, New York. Question 4. During Work and Travel I primarily hope to see and feel all the beauty of the United States of America, as you read above, this is the dream of the teenager inside me. Also, as an English teacher I want to improve my language, make good friends. And of course, earn a sufficient amount of money and bring my family gifts from America (classically, new model iPhones). Also, I have one small goal: to show the merits of my people by my own example, to be, so

ZAZhubanysh Aidarkhanov16 Nis 2016Oku

Our trip to Astana or how I got my visa Our interview was scheduled for April 15th at 10:00-10:30 AM. Checking the train schedule, we bought tickets for April 13th, giving us an extra day. The train was Uralsk-Astana. The travel time was 28 hours. Since we had plenty of time, we went over the questions almost 20 times. Luckily, there were students from the Foreign Languages faculty traveling with us, so we were able to easily refine our answers to several questions. That same evening, it turned out that the interview time had been moved to 1:00-1:30 PM. The whole carriage was happy that we would have time to sleep after arriving. Upon arrival, everyone went to stay with relatives or friends, and some rented an apartment for 2 days. My classmate and I stayed with relatives. Honestly, we went over the questions 3-4 times there, reviewed the pamphlet, and went out to conquer the night capital. We remembered Astana for its "spicy wings and bites" (those who have been to KFC will understand). We walked along the embankment and popped into Khan Shatyr. Morning of April 15th. At 11:00 AM, we went to the pre-visa meeting. There, they handed out passport stickers and explained our rights in the workplace in the USA. Zhuldyz wished us all luck, and we caught a taxi to the consulate. Upon arriving at the consulate, we gave our IDs to the guard sitting in the booth so he could record our details. By the time we arrived at the consulate, a live queue had formed. They were letting people into the consulate building 5 at a time. There, we went through a metal detector arch (back and forth), then the guard checked us with a handheld metal detector for any metal objects. Then he directed us to the neighboring building, where we left our cell phones (they had to be turned off) and ID cards. Further on is the third building, where the interview itself takes place. In the third building, right at the entrance, we were given a ticket, and the guard asked us to wait for our turn at the first window. If you look closely, you can see a yellow line. This line is the boundary between the person answering questions (1st window) and the person standing in line behind them. Do not cross it. At this window, a girl requested three documents (ticket, grade book, student ID, passport). Then she asked questions: - Have you received a US visa before? - No; - Do you remember your parents' phone numbers? - ...; Then she directed me to the second window, where they took my fingerprints. For a good fingerprint scan, you need to keep your fingers together. I liked that even though she is American, she speaks Russian perfectly;) And by the way, she radiates positivity; after this window, my fear of the interview disappeared. Then I waited for my turn. At first, only Alan was working (3rd window). After accepting 15-17 people, they gradually started inviting people to the 6th window, where Yan was working. The difference with this window is that it's not a window at all, but an office where you sit opposite the consul. This was a big plus for me. Let's move on to the long-awaited interview... - Hello, how are you? (it was strange when he greeted me first) - I'm fine, and you? - Not bad. - Where are you from? - I'm from Aktobe. And then he said, surprised: Oh, so it's your first time in Astana) (in English, of course) - How did you get to the consulate? - By train. - How much is the ticket to Astana? - 6560 KZT. - Where do you study? - ... - What year are you in? - 3rd. - What is your favorite subject at university? - Physical education. - Why? - I love running, working out in the gym, and I like playing volleyball. - Where is your job located in the USA? - Orleans, MA - What is the name of your establishment in the USA? - ... - What is your position? - Dishwasher and kitchen help. - What salary do you get? - $10 per hour. - Why did you choose this specific state? - Historical symbols are perfectly preserved in Massachusetts. There was a pause, he looked at my document

OOOralbek Otegulov21 Ara 2014Oku

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