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 Milwaukee squad car pull over a Deaf driver wearing a GMAD jersey, radioed for an interpreter, causing the Deaf driver to be almost late for the game. The sheriff told the Deaf driver, "you been going 65 mph in a 45 mph zone." Deaf driver replied that he is a pitcher on a GMAD baseball team and in a hurry. The sheriff told him to get out of the car and told him to pitch the ball while he aim the radar gun; "If you can pitch faster than the speed you were going (65 mph), I'll not write you up." The Deaf driver pitch was clocked at 82 mph and was then was given a warning. He took himself out of the game that night when he noticed the umpire was the sheriff himself. What a coincident!

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