This reminds me of my one visit to Managua, the capital of Nicaragua. The most surprising thing wasn't the chicken coop three blocks from the gorgeous Beaux Arts opera house, or the concrete house with no windows/doors/floor at a major intersection only about 15 blocks from the downtown area, or the concertina wire atop the fence surrounding the (for rich people only) "Holiday Inn" (basically, about the level of a Days Inn in the USA).
No, the most surprising thing was when I was at a park at the top of a mountain ridge overlooking the city, enjoying the view, and I asked about a compound, protected by gun-carrying soldiers, with walls about 15 feet high, that I could see a few miles away on the slope of the next ridge. I was told, cheerfully, "that's a neighborhood." I said, "No, that's a rural compound. There are no other houses around it, it's obviously several miles way away from any urban area, and it's protected by soldiers. That's not a neighborhood. Who lives there?" The response, still with a cheerful smile and tone: "No, here that's a neighborhood. The richest people in Nicaragua live there."
I inquired about how they lived. I was told that they rarely left their homes except under police or security escort in armored vehicles, and that their servants typically drove down to the market to shop for them. They tended to spend their time in Managua watching satellite TV and reading books and socializing among themselves (there looked to be a total of maybe 30 houses in the walled "neighborhood" on the side of the mountain). They took every opportunity to travel outside the country to escape their boring life in their home country.
This was in 2012.
No matter how rich I thought I was or wanted to be, I wouldn't want to be caged up like that, in daily fear of my life and unable to enjoy my wealth. That's no way to live.
NCbear (who thinks the priorities of rich folks in banana republics are skewed; yes, they deserve their daily fear, but I feel sorry for them due to their utter wrongheadedness)