A Russian Deaf motorcyclist, Yarets, finally completed his journey around the world and returned home to Minsk. I let him stay at my condominium in Milwaukee a week, he got my address from my stepson, Denis, at MSSD. I didn't expect to see him again after he left for Alaska. Yes, he returned to stay another week after his accident in Illinois where he was hit by a truck that destroyed his Czech motorcycle and being laid up in a local hospital a few months with broken bones. The Americans raised funds to purchase him a new motorcycle, not a Harley, to continue on with his dream.
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.