Inside John McAfee’s Compound

I called a friend for lunch the other day and while she was unavailable for lunch, she invited me to join her Saturday up at “what used to be John McAfee’s house”.  Her friends had bought it, and were having a little get-together.  Um, cool.  I felt a bit like i was going to Al Capones Vault or Scarfaces house, and half expected a bare chested McAfee to pop out of a famed sand pile screaming “say ‘ello to my little fwend”…  but once i saw the sand, i knew that wasnt gonna happen.

We took the water taxi 5 miles north to the ‘compound’, and i have to say, i was wholly underwhelmed.  I mean, to listen to the news accounts and what not, this place was a huge “compound”.  It’s not.  Its a bunch of buildings and breezeways.

 

I walked around the property, and it does go back quite a ways.  The thing that just kept ringing in my head was how HARD the ground was.  McAfee’s claim to have quickly run and ‘buried himself in the sand up to his neck and covered his head with a box’ as the Belize police approached is quite simply, bullshit.  It’s just not possible.  I recently had to bury my beloved Luna, and it took two adults about an hour to dig in my yard for a hole big enough for a dog…let alone a grown man.  So, on that point, i call full on Bullshit.

Sunday morning I was treated to the news that one of the other guests found a bullet in the toilet.  Now, i dont know anything about anything, but this struck me as very odd…wouldnt the police have checked?  Of course, this makes me wonder what else they missed and what other things are buried in and around that house.  Might be interesting to see what’s discovered one day.

This closet/bunker is very interesting to me.  This is one big safe, and this is one big metal door.

There were several lovely carvings, but this amethyst one is just gorg.

The view from the deck

The ‘master bedroom’

the main house and main house  from the loft.