Or do you secretly want them to be just a little bit spoiled?
Sid and Doris started musing on this subject when we stayed in Petra, on Lesbos, during the EuroEpic19. A truly unspoiled island, frankly, does not contain those elements that holidays are made of. No charming little cafes, no quaint fishing vessels, no fresh water showers, no cute hotels with just the right quality of bedlinen, and no easy way to get from the footprint-free sandy beach to smelly crowded wifi-enabled friendly old civilisation.
We are currently sailing off the west coast of Scotland, in an extraordinary landscape which feels completely timeless. A landscape with sheer cliffs, seabirds wheeling, charming inlets with shallow beaches, deep lochs with sheltered waters.
But alas Sid and Doris are not really bold adventurers and we do not sleep easily with our yacht anchored because we fear that the anchor is either not embedded well in the sea floor (in which case we will be dragged onto the rocks during the night and die horribly) or it will be too well embedded (in which case we will be stuck forever and eventually die of starvation).
Our idea of a really nice night is to sail up an inlet and find, surprisingly, a pontoon that we can tie up too. A pontoon with nobody else yet there, of course. Then we walk up this unpopulated pontoon and find a shower block which nobody else is using. And just behind it, an inn for the evening and a cafe for the morning. And I suppose there needs to be a scattering of tiny and picturesque houses to house the cafe owners/innkeeper/toilet block cleaner/pontoon maintainer/quaint locals to talk to in the inn and cafe…
You get the picture. Not too unspoiled.