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.



Police pulled over a Deaf driver to congratulate him for wearing a seat belt, and also notifying him that he has been chosen, at random, as winner of the $25,000 safety prize. 

A local newspaper reporter asked the Deaf driver what he planned to do with the money? The Deaf driver responded that "he'll return the stolen car and buy a new one, quit smuggling drugs and stop drinking, and then go to driver's school to obtain a license.  

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