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 Floridian Deaf driver were pulled over for littering and was fined $250,  yet it doesn't make any sense because all he did was to throw out the ice cubes from his window after drinking  lemonade on a hot, humid day. He tries to reasoned with the officer, but to no avail, stating that it'll melt itself. The officer got a point, explaining, with an interpreter onsite, that recently there has been an accident where a thirsty squirrel licking on the evaporating water in the middle of the road cause one to swerved into a ditch.

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