So, you're a member of a famous (possibly infamous) organisation and you need to hide out for a while, to let the heat die down and outraged memory fade, while your higher authority bides time to put you into another position of authority, trust and ability to "exhibit your human falibility". Here's an example of the sort of pillar of the community that might need to take this action: Ladies & Gentlemen of Arrse, I give you Cardinal Keith O'Brian - lately UK's most senior RC cleric. Now, fleeing to Paraguay is sooo 1950s and, in any event, it's toppers with aging Germans. So, where to go? Arrsers - unleash your fertile imagination..... ps: I've already nominated the Isle of Man(love), even if the pun is quite weak.