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.



There were several  Deaf missionaries that died while serving their Lord. They just completed their trainings, learning the Portuguese language, out to save the souls of Deaf tribes deep in the rainforest of Brazil. They were originally from a church in Kentucky. It's an of an adventure of a lifetime. Their Deaf pastor been reading the National Geographic since childhood, led the team in planting a new Deaf church, and baptizing them in the Amazon River, unfortunately the piranhas  shown no mercy. 

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