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 Day on the Golf Course

When you golf, you wouldn't want your concentration on the game interrupted, but here you got an intruder, a playful cub who probably thought the flagpole on the 7th tee is a tree to scratch his back on. Life is stressful enough already but here a little unexpected entertainment will lighten you up a bit unless he tries to steal your ball.

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