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.



According to CDC, West Virginians have the highest percentages of smokers compare with California being the lowest. I can't imagine all those coal miners smoking after their shift, they ban smoking in the mines long before they imposed them on public places. That is obvious as you will be blown to bits if you flick a light with methane seeping out from the grounds. It ain't "Almost Heaven" in the Appalachians. I assume Californians, with all that sunshine, cares more about the image of their butts more than inhaling them.

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