Our first car ride to Gumallapaddu Village was the perfect formula for paradise: the sun shining overhead, a gentle breeze flowing through the window, and the kind of vast landscape that you’d imagine when listening to Toto’s “Africa.” Every so often a holy cow would roam casually into the path of our jeep, which coming from Los Angeles, never ceased to amaze me. As we neared Gumallapaddu, the car suddenly came to a stop—the entire village had come out to greet us!
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