At the wonderful Hostel Mundo Nuevo in Ancud, Chile, we encountered a wonderful Israeli girl named Dovi (short for something she wouldn´t let my cras North American accent pronounce).
Dovi, like many of the single-woman travelers I meet, is outgoing, adventurous, confident, and smart. Smart enough to restrain herself from going places and doing things she shouldn´t do alone. So she looked for people to do things with.
Big, strong, and handsome males, to be exact. To use her words, she was looking for a king. She traveled with her South African king for a while on a hitchhiking adventure from southern to northern Chile. According to her, he was a true king. He carried the tent, the food, and all the other heavy stuff.
I suggested that if he was a king, she must be some kind of queen. She insisted that she was a Princess.
At the time (a few weeks ago, now; I´m working on a serious backlog of posts) she was in search of another king, and I´ll bet she´s probably found one by now ;)
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