Obviously, because I am British I can no longer escape to anywhere except possibly Cornwall - because since the Brexit referendum we must live here forever among the troggs - their fists trailing in the dirt [alongside my tongue]. It is all too late for me. Thankfully for my [American] cousins - once - they can still escape to somewhere and fast. But where? Really, it's the same game and rules as 'prison break...' I often wonder about this situation - if and when I ever do commit that brilliant major crime - and then escape 50 year incarceration - and then steal a yacht - well, where to go? And I'm not talking about Russia, there's no way I would sail a yacht to Russia. Okay, I'll start - I shall sail to the Chatham Islands.
I suppose...sailing around off-shore for years & years...maybe there's a couple of bad fellas doing that already? Head down the Philippines? Story time
A fun idea: What if they migrated to Mexico? Thousands of Americans trying to break into Mexican territory as illegal aliens. The Mexican authorities reply: "No trespassing. Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again." (Just fucking with you... although I find this a fun scenario). Think of it though. It might explain Trumps certainty upon renegotiating with Mexico upon making them build better borders. Maybe that's how he meant it. "I will make them want to do it. He he he!"
Well damn it, better get a chainsaw and chop my leg off. Gotta sail, might as well be an authentic pirate. Who wants to carve me a peg leg?