When Auric Goldfinger invites you over for a chat, be on your best behavior. 

Every James Bond film has a villain, and every villain has a lair built for hatching overly complicated schemes for global extortion, grand larceny or just world domination through the annihilation of the human race. 

With few exceptions, villain lairs tend to be comfortable, well-appointed places and staffed by a loyal group of henchmen (and occasionally henchwomen). Some are remote and hard to reach, but others are smack in the middle of town. It all depends on the villain's taste.

From Jamaica to Switzerland, and from the bottom of the sea to Earth orbit, here are my favorite Bond villain lairs.

Crab Key - Dr. No (1962)

A private tropical island off the coast of Jamaica may sound like an ideal home, but Crab Key certainly doesn't have curb appeal. Much of it is a dreary swamp, the soil is radioactive, and a fire-breathing dragon guards the place. The job opportunities are grim as well -- a barren and dusty bauxite mine (in the film) or (in the book) a mine for bird poop. Either way, yuck.

But take a peek underground and you'll find a state-of-the-art missile jamming station, luxury guest rooms with attentive and courteous staff, gourmet cuisine and a top-notch wine list (just skip the sleep-inducing coffee). But the real showpiece is Dr. No's richly decorated office and lounge with its priceless art (OK, most of it is stolen) and huge million-dollar window that gives you an undersea view. 

Kentucky stud farm -- Goldfinger (1964)

If you enjoy horse racing, then a visit to Auric Goldfinger's Kentucky stud farm is a must. The main house has a shaded verandah for sipping a mint julep, and the tasteful ranch-style interiors are accentuated by gorgeous wood paneling and an enormous stainless steel fireplace for chilly days. There's also a small jail cell for keeping annoying guests out of trouble, and the pool table, which can flip over to show a map of Fort Knox, is a guaranteed conversation piece. The place can suffer from deadly gas leaks, so it's best to bring a gas mask.

Bond and Largo by the pool (the one without the pet sharks) at Palmyra. 

Palmyra -- Thunderball (1965)

In his posh seaside estate in the Bahamas, Emilio Largo started a grand tradition of Bond villains -- keeping a not-so-cuddly pet for the purpose of dispatching unreliable henchmen. In Largo's case it was a pool of sharks that was connected to his regular swimming pool by an underwater tunnel. (Bond, of course, was able to escape unscathed using one of Q's helpful gadgets.) Other attractions at Palmyra include skeet shooting, storage for stolen nuclear weapons and plenty of space for Domino to lounge about while being bored with it all. 

Honestly, the best thing about this base is the monorail.

Hollow volcano -- You Only Live Twice (1967)

When you're a supervillain with a limitless expense account, why not hollow out an extinct volcano and use it as a base? Sure, the decor is a bit severe, but there's a monorail, a spacecraft launchpad, and the sliding crater cover lets you hide from nosy neighbors on this small Japanese island. The boss insists on keeping a pool of piranha in his office, so make sure you're in his good graces before you cross the small bridge. And when you're done with the whole thing, there's a handy self-destruct mechanism (check the homeowner's insurance policy before using). 

Piz Gloria isn't short on the spectacular. 

Piz Gloria -- On Her Majesty's Secret Service (1969)

Now this is living. After he moved out of his volcano, Ernst Stavro Blofeld retreated to a mountaintop home high in the Swiss Alps. Amenities include a revolving restaurant, full laboratory facilities, space for curling and championship ski and bobsled runs. All accommodations are made for visitors with allergies, and you get to ride a cable car every day to get there. That's just cool. And the views are to die for. Literally. 

OK, there are some drawbacks. Food choices are limited -- don't be surprised if you're served just a plate of potatoes or a couple of bananas for dinner. The staff is rather gruff, as well, and an efficient if terrifying secretary works the front desk. And since overnight guests may be brainwashed or spied on, maybe you want to make it only a day trip.

The Whyte House penthouse sits at the top of the hotel.

Whyte House -- Diamonds are Forever (1971)

If you ever dreamed of living like Howard Hughes, then try Blofeld's next lair, atop the Whyte House Hotel in Las Vegas. The expansive penthouse, which Blofeld "borrowed" from reclusive hotel owner Willard Whyte, feels rather sterile inside, but the place is pet-friendly if you have a temperamental white cat. Beware of the hotel's strict dress code, though. You need to be in drag if you want to go outside.

Scaramanga's island -- The Man With the Golden Gun (1974)

Compared with Crab Key, Francisco Scaramanga's private island is paradise. If you have any kind of inquiries relating to where and exactly how to use สล็อต 918kiss, you can call us at our website. The exact location in the film was kept vague (it's described only as being in China somewhere), but the real location is Thailand's stunning Phang Nga Bay. Surrounded by turquoise waters, the island is easily accessible by seaplane or boat. You'll enjoy golden beaches for sunbathing (or dueling), the rooms are done in a wonderfully vintage 1970s style and a powerful laser will deter unwanted guests. Upkeep is expensive, sure, but solar panels will keep your power bill low. The funhouse on the lower level may appear to be a pleasant distraction, but it's better if you avoid it -- people have been killed there.

Atlantis -- The Spy Who Loved Me (1977)

Do you have webbed hands? Or maybe a weird fish fetish? Then Karl Stromberg's Atlantis is the place for you. Located off the coast of the Italian island of Sardinia, Atlantis is a giant marine research laboratory that can sink below the Mediterranean when you need a change of scenery. There's a fantastic aquarium -- Shark Week fans will be especially pleased -- and the formal dining room is a lovely place to take your meals (avoid the gun under the table). Mind the faulty lifts, though. Need to get away quickly? There's also an escape pod with a comfortable bed and a full bar with a bottle of 1952 Dom Perignon champagne. 

Just a normal day on your private space station: battling invading astronauts, trying to evade James Bond and Holly Goodhead and planning to kill all human life on Earth.

Hugo Drax's space station -- Moonraker (1969)

When he's on Earth, Hugo Drax's home is a spectacular Baroque French chateau (in real life, the Château de Vaux-le-Vicomte) transplanted to the California desert. But when he's about to end all human life on the planet with a toxic nerve gas, he can retreat to a giant orbiting space station he managed to build without anyone noticing. As vacation homes go, it's certainly extravagant, and the artificial gravity is a must for space, but the commute is a killer and it suffers from shoddy construction. After just a few astronauts with lasers break in, the whole thing falls apart.

One thing St. Cyril's lacks is convenient parking.  

St. Cyril's -- For Your Eyes Only (1981)

If you're into incredible views and stark minimalism, then the abandoned St. Cyril's monastery will be your dream getaway. Perched atop a monolithic pillar in northern Greece, it's a rock-climbing paradise and the perfect place to hide if you're someone like Aris Kristatos, a disreputable smuggler hoping to sell sensitive British military equipment to the KGB. 

When you're not up to no good, its remote location makes it best suited for meditating. Outside of convenient helicopter parking, the amenities are nonexistent, but Renaissance frescoes liven the the drab interiors. (At the real location, the Monastery of The Holy Trinity near Kalambaka, Greece, you don't have to be winched up in a basket to visit -- instead, you climb a staircase cut into the cliff.)

Brad Whitaker's Tangier hideaway -- The Living Daylights (1987)

Military buffs will love this hilltop villa in Tangier, Morocco. An extensive museum of weaponry and dioramas of famous battles will keep you entertained for days. When you've had enough history, retreat to the rooftop pool with an expansive view of the Strait of Gibraltar. Your host, a pathologically narcissistic arms dealer with delusions of grandeur, is rather odd, but if you respect the uniform, all should be good.