In the 1960s I had a penfriend at Hog Island whom I visited. Late one afternoon the ferry dropped me off at the Hogg Island Stelling and no one else was around. I could have used my cell phone to make contact, but me feget it at home. It was getting dark when I heard the sound of an outboard motor and I was taken to the other side of the island. Their house was in the middle of the jungle and the outhouse was a distance away, with many snakes on the path.
This was the beginning of writing penfriends, that grew into dozens of people in the Caribbean and other countries. I visited many after I came to Canada and worked at sea.
Since Hog Island is so isolated, I wonder how safe and populated the island must be now. Its remoteness could be ideal for illegal activities.