TELO, something to dicover in Argentina

Thought there are "LOVE HOTELS" in Australia, an article was released today at the Sydney Morning Herald about TELOS. Yep, aussies are flying all over the glob to give it a try. "LOVE HOTELS" or TELOS as we call them turn to be a tourist attraction of Buenos Aires.!

Looks like a new business is about to explode! LOL

Always room for romance

Tango ... just one thing Argentina has that Australia doesn't.

April 12, 2009

Half the fun of Argentina's 'secret' pastime is in the plotting, reveals Lynda Delacey.

'Are you sure you two will be OK on your own?" asked Dave, our friend and host in Buenos Aires. This was our third day in Argentina.

I was ready with my lies. "We'll be fine! It's just a movie!"

My Irish husband and I had been plotting our escape for two days. Buenos Aires, we'd noticed, has at least three things that Australia doesn't: tango, ice-cream home-delivered by nubile young men on scooters, and telos - love hotels.The first two seemed to lead inevitably to the third.

"Why didn't we just tell Dave where we're going?" Irish grumbled as we slid into a cab."Discretion ... nobody wants the mental image of their friends in a love hotel."

The taxi deposited us outside a building that looked like the car park of a Westfield shopping centre - except for the red sign out the front that whispered "Telo".The place, Rampa Car, is clearly the drive-thru love hotel of choice for those who like to bonk'n'ride.

We entered a narrow corridor lined with discreet smoked glass windows. One of the windows opened a crack and a hand like Thing from The Addams Family emerged, waving a card key."Erm. Dos horas por favor," I asked. (I'd been practising.) Two hours please - because, unfortunately for Irish, I can't count higher than two in Spanish.

I waved my purse at Thing hopefully. His eye appeared at the window, followed by a flood of Spanish that I had absolutely no hope of following.The eye sighed and the window slid open.Thing's angry head and arms slapped the card key into my hand and gestured west.

We bumbled obediently through some sliding doors into a labyrinth of doorways.The labyrinth was lit by overhead fluoros, which would have given the place a sexy ambience - if prison hospitals were sexy.

Up the iron-gated lift and we'd found it: our $16-an-hour love nest. Picture if you will a three-star hotel room. Then make it clean - very clean. Clean sheets, clean towels, spotless bathroom and gleaming mirrors. Now add a token Spanish archway and splash around some red paint.

Leave an array of condoms, soaps and a toothbrush on the bathroom sink - and install a big picture window. In the shower. Overlooking the bed.And then, as an afterthought, mount a small television to the ceiling and set it, inexplicably, to a children's cartoon show.

To my great surprise once you dim the lights, turn on the music and turn off the cartoons, there's suddenly a whole new atmosphere.We arrived home that afternoon with a healthy glow.

"We went to a telo!" I blurted to Dave the moment I laid eyes on him.

He shrugged. "I knew," he said. "Everybody does."

Source: http://www.smh.com.au/travel/always-room-for-romance-20090409-a1je.html