As I looked around the plane and noticed I was one of the only white people on board, the reality of traveling to Kenya started to set in. I’m used to being in the minority whenever I leave Israel, which happens often as a mohel. Wearing a kippah outs you in that way. But this was different. Seeing women in traditional African garb accented the unconventional nature of my voyage. I had never been to Africa, let alone any other third world country, so I had no idea what to expect.
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