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Challenges in the Development of Wellness Tourism in Uzbekistan and Their Solutions
Jumaniyozova Nazokat Olim qizi 2nd-year Student, Tourism and Hospitality Program
Abstract: This article is devoted to addressing the challenges and shortcomings in the development of wellness tourism in our country and to identifying solutions for creating more favorable conditions for visitors. At present, numerous wellness facilities are operating nationwide, each with its own particular focus and methods of treatment. Despite the abundance of natural healing resources available in Uzbekistan, the sector remains underdeveloped, and even where progress has been made, consumers often lack sufficient access to information. In this article, we will examine the problems faced by wellness tourism and discuss potential solutions. In addition, we will review some of the most prominent wellness centers in our country.
In this article, we focus on wellness facilities. But what exactly are wellness facilities? They are defined as medical-recreational establishments that provide services aimed at restoring and strengthening health, preventing and treating illnesses, as well as offering opportunities for rest and relaxation.
Below, we highlight some of the existing problems in wellness tourism and their possible solutions:
Outdated infrastructure (in certain sanatoriums).
Insufficient advertising and information for foreign tourists.
Low qualification of staff (massage therapists, physiotherapists, guides).
Absence or malfunction of online booking systems.
Weak integration among regional tourism clusters.
Treatment methods that do not fully meet modern standards.
Imbalance between pricing and service quality.
For instance, the problem of outdated infrastructure stems from the fact that many sanatoriums were built in the 1980s–1990s and no longer meet contemporary requirements. Similarly, even well-developed facilities are often poorly promoted, meaning that foreign visitors remain unaware of them. The shortage of qualified personnel—especially therapists and service staff—represents another critical challenge. A further issue is the lack of effective online booking systems. For example, if one wishes to visit a sanatorium, it is often impossible to check room availability in advance, which may cause significant inconvenience upon arrival. Additionally, regional tourism clusters tend to function in isolation, with little cooperation among sanatoriums located within the same area.
Below, we can observe some of the wellness facilities available in our country:
№
Wellness Facility
Location
Brief Description
Contact Number
1
Omonkhona Balneological Sanatorium
Boysun District
Specializes in balneotherapy; beneficial for dermatological and musculoskeletal conditions.
+97 530 29 63
2
Chortoq Sanatorium
Chortoq District
A balneological and climatic resort; offers therapeutic mud and baths with thermal mineral waters.
+69 412 64 44
3
Chimyon Sanatorium
Fergana District
Provides treatment for cardiovascular, pulmonary, neurological, and musculoskeletal disorders.
+90 390 49 47
4
Zomin Sanatorium
Zomin District
Specializes in the treatment of respiratory and neurological diseases.
+95 503 71 35
5
Sitorai Mokhi-Khosa Sanatorium
Bukhara City
A historic healing complex renowned for its therapeutic environment.
0-365 228 50 66
Proposed solutions to existing challenges:
Modernization and technological re-equipment of sanatoria.
Development of a dedicated marketing platform for wellness tourism (vlogs, websites, mobile applications).
Promotion of wellness tourism among the local population to encourage the growth of domestic tourism.
International cooperation through knowledge exchange with wellness centers in Russia, Kazakhstan, and China.
Training of cross-disciplinary specialists combining expertise in both medicine and tourism.
“All-in-one” packages integrating sanatorium services with excursions, dining, and transportation.
Interactive QR code–based promotional materials (individual videos and content for each sanatorium).
Integration of eco-tourism with wellness tourism (e.g., “Zomin-Eco + Sanatorium” combined experiences).
At present, significant work is being carried out to overcome the existing challenges. These sites are not only wellness destinations but also serve as eco-tourism hubs.
Conclusion: In this article, we have discussed the wellness facilities operating in Uzbekistan and examined possible solutions to the challenges they face. Tourism in our country is developing rapidly, and sanatoria and recreational centers are making a significant contribution to this growth. Consequently, special attention is being paid to this sector, and both the number and quality of wellness facilities are steadily increasing.
References:
Decree of the President of the Republic of Uzbekistan, No. PQ–5052 (April 5, 2021) – On the Strategy for the Development of Tourism.
T.T. Saydaliyev. Fundamentals of Tourism. Textbook. Tashkent, 2021.
Official website of the Tourism Committee of the Republic of Uzbekistan – www.uzbektourism.uz
International articles on wellness tourism – World Health Tourism Reports, 2022.
Feruza Umarova. “Prospects for Wellness Tourism in Uzbekistan.” Research article, 2023.
United Nations World Tourism Organization (UNWTO) – www.unwto.org
Jumaniyozova Nazokat Olim kyzy was born in Toprakkale district of Khorezm region. Currently I am a 2nd year student of the Denov Institute of Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy of the Surkhandarya region in the direction of tourism and hospitality.
“My radiant homeland, Uzbekistan! The land of devotees like Mahmudkhoja Behbudiy, Fitrat and Cho’lpon. My bright land, where faith and Islam are my constant companions, my Uzbekistan. I am proud to be a lover of such a country, and I am also proud that our Hazrat Jadids, who endured all difficulties for the happiness and prosperity of this country and sacrificed their lives to lead the Motherland from darkness to light, are my ancestors!
O’g’iloy Bunyodbekovna Muhammadjonova. Born on September 11, 2010, in Qo’rg’ontepa district, Andijan region, into an intellectual family. Currently a 9th-grade student at School No. 5 (IDUM). Due to her interest in poetry, she regularly writes poems.
Her Achievements:
* President of the Self-Governance Body of School No. 5 (IDUM)
* Host of the school’s radio broadcasts
* Host of the “Yulduzli Tabrik” project
* Holder of over 15 international certificates
* Youth Ambassador of the Wakelet Community in Uzbekistan
* Member of the “Young Reformers” Council
* Qo’rg’ontepa District Volunteer
* Winner of district and regional essay competitions
“For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord plans to prosper you, and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Jeremiah 29:11
Preface: I have walked seeking God since my earliest days of life. God has been my focus because of my need to know that I belonged to someone. I felt surrounded by an empty place and dark place, but felt comforted by the seven day candle representation God’s Holy Light, the burning colors of the votive candles burning and finally, the magnificent array of colors flowing through the stained-glass windows.
This was my sanctuary from the darkness that pervaded all aspects of my life outside of God. Here in the church, I felt God’s heart for me – in this place of salvation.
My aunt Lucille adopted me legally at age eight, but God accepted me since my birth. When she introduced me to Him, I knew that He truly loved me and He created me, and adopted me into the family of His Son, Jesus.
My aunt Lucille exposed me to Holy Redeemer Catholic Church on New York Ave in DC. Morning mass was a part of her religious ritual. Each weekday I accompanied her to Holy Redeemer. Sitting there amidst these elderly women of the church were regular attendees for weekly mornings mass -Monday thru Friday. On Saturday, we went to another Catholic Church Saint Aloysius on North Capitol St. Saint Aloysius was different to me. It was different inside. It seemed larger than Holy Redeemer. It wasn’t those old ladies there and just a few other attendees at Saturday morning mass. Being the only child at Holy Redeemer added to the feeling of being out of place.
However, at Saint Aloysius there was a sense of privacy with God that I did not feel at Holy Redeemer. It was just me and my aunt sat in the pews with plenty of space.
One day. there was a circumstance in which the priest approached my aunt. When I would receive Holy Communion, I would take the body of Christ out of my mouth and put it on the floor where I had been kneeling because I did not like the taste of it. She was embarrassed and ashamed for being scolded by a priest for my desecration of the body of Christ. I didn’t know anything about desecration, but I didn’t like the taste in my mouth. I was also that child who, when he didn’t like his food he would feed it to the dog. I can still see the priest using a white cloth – probably a handkerchief – to pick up the body of Christ off the marble floor. I don’t remember her words to me, but I remember the shame and guilt she felt.
This was a pattern between us…she seem to always be apologizing for me. Dee was aware of my quiet nature and allowed me to be quiet.
Sitting in church alone was a way for me to be safe from all the noise of the darkness outside. Inside of me and outside of me in the sanctuary was quietness that transcended the darkness. The lit candles and stained glass windows offered more colorful light. To me, light offered safety.
Dee was part native American and half-negro and had a very strict belief that children should be raised to be respectful and listen to adults. However, her lessons were teaching me how to be with God. Her words continue in my memory: “you belong to God.” She often reminded me of this. Therefore, I sought God’s safety from the place of darkness that surrounded me.
There was noise and more noise in and outside the house. The streets were full of noise and more noise. Still, I sought God in the streets of noise and darkness that existed surrounding me. The fear of darkness wasn’t in the night, but a continuous journey into the daylight – which also dark.
Sitting in the quietness of light in Holy Redeemer Church was a reverse of being surrounded by not only darkness, but the fear of what may happen to me outside of the sanctuary of God. God’s sanctuary was a different experience, as the feeling of being consumed left and was replaced by security. It was a different stillness than the stillness of being hidden from the treacherous streets. The candles flickering and the white color represents God’s presence on the altar in front of the Tabernacle.
The church was my refuge, my sanctuary, my safe haven from the treacherous street of darkness. In the church, the votive candles burned with glasses of various colors of blue, red ,and yellow. The votive candles were on a stand with several rows of candles and the variety of colors blended together in unison. I was mesmerized by the light and the quiet. Sometimes the sound of a candle would quietly reach a place deep within me. The most quiet candle burning was the candle of God’s presence, and was a white candle made of beeswax. For me, this handle of God’s light represented purity.
The wonderful colors would seem to fade as my eyes slowly, with purpose, scanned the altar and rested on the light of God as the candle could somehow flicker and be still almost the same time.
This shiny marble floor added to the light of God’s surroundings. It was the total opposite of being in the darkness outside. Now, the light of God was surrounding me and filled my inner most being. My very essence was now safe. While I slept, death surrounded me in the streets and feelings of fear covered me. I walked in fear and slept in fear of my surroundings because of the volcano of sounds of the streets that slipped into the cracks of the apartment walls.
But when I came to know God, a stillness came inside of me – a place that nothing had reached before. It was the innocence of knowing that God existed in the total stillness of my thoughts. My heart was still and calm. It seemed to be still in unison to the stillness of the light of a flickering wick. The feeling of peace and the comfort of my heart were beating in unison with the flickering light.
Surly, God would live here in the light shining from the candles and stillness. I couldn’t imagine how God could live out in the streets with all the trappings of inner-city life. Yes, God would live here with the light of His light. God’s quietness flowed into my essence and held me safely in the light of His presence. I sat alone in the majestic palace of the essence of God’s presence surrounding me, protecting me, and giving me life like the breath of God at my birth. I was not alone, but was His creation that fit into this glorious sanctuary.
Dee often times would not speak and I watched her more intently. By watching Dee, I would learn to listen for the quietness of movement. She moved with a quietness and stillness. It would be fair to say that I loved her. She was always there while surrounding me and teaching me and loving me by giving me to God to care for.
The inner-city wasn’t a sanctuary, but rather darkness even in the daylight. The darkness surrounded my thoughts, my emotions and my body. My serenity faded, and the bright light of the sun made me close my eyes as I exited God’s house.
My neighborhood was full of the trappings of darkness and noise- lots of noise. There were gunshots and screaming and babies crying into the night, as if they also felt the dead and darkness. This filled each moment of my waking and night life. I cried for safety. I would cry myself to sleep in the darkness of my bed. Yes, I cried without ending and afraid my gasping for air would be heard in the darkness. So, I held my breath as the tears soaked my pillow and my heart ached.
Many years were filled with soaked pillows and holding my breath as I continued to gasp for air. It was the same kind of gasp made when crying and the gasping for air. The voice in my head said, “Shut up or I’ll give you something to cry about.” No, I cried without sounds that would be heard in the safety of my bed under the sheets.
The time passed slowly before there was a shift from darkness to light and the feelings of abandonment inside of me. Because my mother left me with Dee at two weeks old, tere was an emptiness of not belonging. Therefore, I sought to belong and Dee had said that I belonged to God. I was not convinced of that. This was before I was taken to Holy Redeemer Catholic Church by aunt Lucille. Prior, I would receive lessons from Dee, who had a personal relationship with God and Jesus Christ. She always said that I belonged to God. She always spoke about God and Jesus. I don’t recall anything she said, other than I heard His name seemingly all the time. Before going to Holy Redeemer Church, seeking God meant walking the darkest streets of New Jersey Avenue. There is one night that is still clear on my memory where I experienced the darkness of New Jersey Avenue before P street. It was perhaps about seven years old at the time. The important part of this memory is that I was seeking God in the streets of DC as a very young child. The night lights were dim not bright but dim the brightness of the streets that come from the headlights of the passing cars.
Mostly, I remember feeling void and lost. So lost that even today at sixty-eight, I recall vividly that experience of walking physical in darkness. Another time that changed my life completely was a time when I was standing on the corner of Q street and I forgot the intersection. The light was green and then red and the light was green and then it was red. I shook as I was unable to breathe. I know I was six or seven at the time, because I hadn’t been adopted by my aunt Lucille yet. Dee said that she was tired of our parents not coming for us and she was tired. Even at that very young age, it was a burden not to belong and I had feelings of being unwanted and a burden to Dee. So, I stood there as the light kept changing colors. Where could I go? Who wanted me? Slowly, I began the walk to my aunts apartment on North Capitol St. I knew the streets because it was the way we went when Lucille picked me up from Dee’s.
Did I want to go to my aunts? No. Yet I had no place that I could go in the night that I stood at the light. Truthfully, I never felt loved, which was understandable.
I went to my aunt that night and stayed with her until I was twenty-one. All those years, I never truly felt wanted by her or my uncle Bernard. However, i managed through that hardship until returning to Holy Redeemer. Sitting in Holy Redeemer Church in the quietness of my soul and God being God was quiet. He was undeniably peaceful. I loved to be alone with God. Alone with all the safety and attention without needing to hide. It was ok to be still and quite but not out of fear but rather to just be still and breathe.
Day after day sitting in the sanctuary of God in Holy Redeemer Church. I had been adopted by the age of eight by Lucille. Still, I had no home – no sense of belonging, but sitting there inside the sanctuary was home. It was not only a physical retreat, but something much deeper and calming and familiar to my inner sanctuary. Although there was still chaos outside and other noise, in here, God had come to that empty place within. My longing for Him has continued, since those very first encounters back while sitting in the pew waiting and waiting and listening for God to speak. Like waiting for that light to change before crossing the street – just waiting to be connected again and again by the Holy presence of God.
Perhaps, I knew God wanted me since those very first time when sitting in His Holy sanctuary in His heart. You see beyond the colors of the votive candles burning and the sunlight piercing thru the stained-glass windows and the altar with God’s light burning. There was a sense of quietness and firm stillness inside of me. The surrounding atmosphere of the Holy sanctuary blended together deep inside of me and the outer sanctuary was in unison. No, there was no audible voice, but rather a voice of serenity which never faded
Home was finally accepting that God wanted me and had adopted me at eight or so, but it was God that wanted me while caring for me. I was used by Lucille, but cared for by God. Lucille rejected me and God accepted me. Lucille harmed in many ways which is not needed to be expounded upon. I will only repeat that harm came to me when I was adopted by her.
Salvation Lived Moment by moment (The gift of life for all eternity in each moment now)
“The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?”
Psalm 27:1
“Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. For the Lord GOD is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.”
Isaiah 12:2
Living each moment in the present moment without fear. My salvation has come and my redemption has been accepted by me. My walk to Calvary step by step with my Cross and my Crucifixion and now my full Resurrection thru Jesus Christ. You see, it was Jesus walking with me to Calvary and helping me carry my Cross and my Crucifixion was my inner-self accepting Jesus’ gift of Resurrection for me. This is my daily life – to accept and recognize the truth that without Jesus’s Resurrection I would not be free in spirit.
The freedom has awakened my soul to the truth about my being adopted into the family of God. The Holy family of God who created me with a plan and purpose for my life not just here and now, but for eternity. Moment by moment remembering that thru Jesus, my freedom has been paid in full. Yet, it was thru many hardships for decades that I sought God.
August 15th, 2025 it came into play that yes, I had been redeemed long before when being about eight sitting in Holy Redeemer Catholic Church watching the candle of God burning in front of the Tabernacle and the votive candles with an array of colors. In the stillness and quietness sitting there for an audible voice of God.
I felt His presence inside of me as I left the church. However, it is now in the present moment God has been surrounding and inside of that deep deep place known as my soul.
My soul is there quietly listening to Him and when the thoughts come and my hands write from a place in which is deep inside, my faith is strengthened and renewed. I learned that God communicates in the quietness of light as the the white flickering candle which burns in front of the Tabernacle. It was that light which brought a comfort and serenity to my worries and calmed my mind.
God’s Holy presence has carried me since age eight years old. Now at sixty-eight years I can say that I have lived thru His grace and love that gives unequal faith because His faithfulness and fullness encompasses my being. I’m faithful to Him.
“Trust in the Lord, and do good; dwell in the land and befriend faithfulness. Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will act.”
Psalm 37:3-5
“For the Lord will not reject his people; he will never forsake his inheritance.”
Psalm 94:14
“For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my expectation is from him.”
Psalm 62:5
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
Psalm 34:18
Prayer of Faith
In remembrance of you my Holy Father, my heart finds rest. My faithfulness is rooted in your teachings to my soul of your faithfulness. My actions now are a continuous reminder of your deep desires for me to prosper in your Heavenly Kingdom. You patiently waited as you taught me at eight years old, for the time to unite with you for all eternity. You are my treasured inheritance and I shall never forget that you saved me thru your Holy presence. Yes, you did not harm me, but saved me. My time has not been in vain for you have honored me with your opened heart which led me to the fountain of resurrection. My soul is full.
Homeland is the place where every person was born and raised, the place where their umbilical cord blood was shed, the peaceful abode where our ancestors lived. Our Uzbekistan is considered to be such a heavenly land.
Every person in the world expresses their deep love for their country in different ways. Some work hard to develop their homeland, while others mobilize their talents and skills for the sake of the place where they were born and raised.
When we think of the homeland, we imagine a place where our childhood memories are concentrated, where our loved ones lived, and where the breath of mother earth breathes. Do you know why the homeland is compared to a mother? Because, just as a mother takes care of and raises her child with love, the homeland also protects, honors, nourishes, and shows love. When our athletes sing our anthem from the heart on the vast fields and raise our flag high, I am very proud of my country, Uzbekistan.
Many poets have described the homeland as a unique and sacred place in a number of their stories and poems. In particular, let us pay attention to these lines of the famous poet and enlightener Sidqi Khandayliqi:
“Is homeland rare? The place where I was born, the place where I live, the place where I hang out, play and laugh..”
My soul is the Homeland, my body is the Homeland, my eyes are the Homeland,
Forget it, I’ll go to the cemetery when I see it.
The words of our first president, Islam Karimov, filled with boundless love for our homeland, will conclude my speech:
“Of course, the world is vast, there are many countries in the world, but our unique country, Uzbekistan, is unique in this world. This beautiful country, this sacred land is dedicated only to us!”
Born in 2010 in Bukhara region; currently, he has completed 9th grade and is entering 10th grade.
• He is very interested in reading books, writing poems, articles, and preparing projects.
• Winner of various science Olympiads,
• Participated in a number of programs such as ‘The FXB Climate Advocates Program’ and ‘Shape the Future Challenge’.
• Participant of Zakovat Club, Ibrat Debate, Neo Kitobkhon competitions
• Holder of more than 50 certificates, vouchers, diplomas
• National Certificate of Mother Tongue (63); CEFR (55)
• The article “Preserving the Green Planet – the Duty of Each of Us” was published in Italian in the newspaper “Alessandria News Media” and was also covered in detail on Google.
