We stayed for the best part of a week. For company there was the mad King Buzzel himself, his Swiss women, the simpleton neighbours and a Chinese Chi-healer who I never encountered. I wouldn't be surprised if he only existed on Planet Buzzel and was undetectable to the rest of us lowly humans.
It was like a breath of fresh air one day when a sane Englishman turned up. It was no coincidence that he chose to drop by on an afternoon when Buzzel was out and about somewhere.
Philip was the man who built the yurts. The various carpentry equipment lying around was his. That explained why Buzzel had zero interest in working with it. It was also Philip who signed the place up to the wwoofing scheme. So it was his description we had read online. He was the host. Unfortunately, we were too late: had we come a year or so earlier we could have learnt some real skills and had the chance to see some cool places in the area.
What a filthy old liar Buzzel is, keeping that out of date description online so he can attract free labourers.
Even worse, when Philip decided to move on from Planet Buzzel, the evil emperor tried to claim Philip's yurts and equipment as his own property. What gratitude after years of free usage. Buzzel was obviously too comfortable making money from Philip's work. Sadly, a legal dispute is now underway.
After my experiences, I can't say I was terribly surprised to hear this. The crazed solitary "Buddhist" suddenly turned on a generous companion in order to further his own monetary welfare. His self-serving hypocrisy is repulsive.
After my experiences, I can't say I was terribly surprised to hear this. The crazed solitary "Buddhist" suddenly turned on a generous companion in order to further his own monetary welfare. His self-serving hypocrisy is repulsive.
My stay on Planet Buzzel had been a remarkable one. I was now more than ready to head back down to Earth.
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