This Is A Privately Circulated Blog, scribbled exclusively for Friends & Familiars, that peers into and pontificates about Expat life in the hinterlands of South America. If your eyesight is less than optimal (like mine), then just click the type size up a notch on your browser..
Here you will find a series of curmudgeonly commentaries that I've posted from atop my rickety old soapbox for the past few years. And yes, there are indeed political rantings, so place your seats in the upright position and fasten your seat belts .... it may be a bumpy ride.
Introducing the curator of this Blog:
Patrick Robinson is a searcher, researcher and scribe of that which lies behind the hallucination that we call Truth, logging a lot of time on the far side of kooky.
Patrick was born, raised, and educated in the Midwest. In 1978 he moved to Maui, Hawaii. Living in one of the healthiest places on the planet, he spent the next thirty years as the managing partner and director of one of Hawaii's premier businesses and had just retired .... more or less.
He wasn't looking for any new adventures, he'd already had more than his fair share of those. If life is a journey, Patrick is well traveled.
As one blog reviewer recently wrote of our author's many and assorted adventures:
"He has had a very interesting life, to say the least! Here is a sketch of some of Patrick's experiences of his early life:
"When he decided to make Maui his year-round home in the late 1970s, he had already been (among a few other things) a Marine Corps officer, a monastic monk, Presidential Security Detail of the former President Harry S. Truman, director of an Esalin Institute-type 'growth center', a Gourmet Magazine award-winning ski lodge entrepreneur, managing director of a famed major Maui, Hawaii art gallery, a credentialed fine art appraiser, and in the midst of all that, for some eight years a husband.
"Upon his retirement at the age of 80, he was looking for was a place as healthy as Maui in Hawaii but far less expensive. And after visiting 13 different countries (China, Hong Kong, Tahiti to Mexico, Central America and South America to London and Spain, etc.) he finally found his perfect Shangri La home in the Andes Mountains of Southern Ecuador. (End Quote)
Oh, and you might enjoy his latest published book at:
“When you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing; when you see that money is flowing to those who deal not in goods, but in favors; when you see that men get rich more easily by graft than by work, and your laws no longer protect you against them, but protect them against you. . . you may know that your society is doomed.”
Atlas Shrugged – Ayn Rand
(p. 413 ; Francisco d’Anconia to Bertram Scudder)
