T he The first time that someone asked me to go back to a sex hotel with them, I was so affronted that I almost slapped them. Was this because we had met on Tinder? Or did he simply assume that I was loose just because I'm British? He looked a little confused at the outburst. LOTS of spanking. My housemate, Daniel's hit rate was astounding. A seemingly endless stream of gorgeous girls flowed in and out of our little Recoleta apartment.
His success was somewhat of a mystery to me. Short and squat with bulbous eyes, he reminded me of Toad of Toad Hall. He was also pretty eccentric. The last time Nico had stayed over, we had been watching a film when Daniel had plonked himself between us on the sofa wearing nothing but a pair of Y-fronts, eating cold pig brains with a spoon straight from the skull.
I had been in Argentina for two months and this was the first time I had heard of a telo sex hotel , although I must have walked past several. The discrete exterior means you have to know what you're looking for, although a lit-up sign reading "playa privada" literally translating as "private beach" can be a giveaway. Telos, otherwise known as albergues transitorios, are hotels specifically for couples. They're no recent phenomena; they've been around for more than a century and were legally converted into businesses, just like regular hotels, during the 60s - 20 years after brothels were outlawed in the city.
These days there are close to telos in Buenos Aires alone. Unlike regular hotels, telos give guests the option to pay for a turno turn of between one and four hours rather than paying for a whole night. There is no set demographic for a telo frequenter. Owing to Argentina's precarious economic situation, they're popular with young people who often live with their parents into their late 20s.
They're a boon for married couples who want a little time away from the kids. Unsurprisingly they're also a popular choice for people having affairs - there's no documentation required at check-in.
