Although Americans tourists are banned from entering the country, I went under the journalism category.
It's only an hour flight, Cuban visa can be bought during check-in at the airline counter before departure, just don't forget your passport. I exchanged dollars into their convertible  (CUC) pesos upon arrival. I stayed at an hostel next to the baseball stadium. I focused on videotaping their culture alone rather than being somewhat biased traveling group with their hectic schedule. One day took a Soviet era Lada taxi to outskirts of Havana to visit a Deaf school. They asked me what we Deaf Americans do with our obsolete TTY as we are using VP nowadays, hopefully some organizations will donate those equipment. I felt like was blasted into the past, surrounded by all those vintage automobiles.



A Connecticut state trooper stopped a Deaf driver on suspicious of driving under the influences of alcohol (DUI). The Deaf guy admitted having a few beers, but refused to take a breathalyzer until an interpreters shows up. A few hours later, the interpreter finally shown up apologizing that she was at a party with friends when she was paged. Time was on the Deaf side, because during all that time waiting, he became sober enough to pass the test and is off the hook. The frustrated trooper asked the interpreter "didn't you mentioned that you were at a party...?" The interpreter fails the breathalyzer and was arrested on the spot and taken to jail. At least the officer has someone's collar, showing no sympathy whatsoever. The Deaf driver bail out the interpreter the next day. The last I heard is that they recently got married.

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