This Travel Pick Up Lines list is just too good not to use when traveling around the globe or waiting at an airport. Maybe a new adventure may arise.
Are you sure you’re not a tower? Because Eiffel for you.
Are you from China? Cause I’m China get your number.
You must be from Prague, because I can’t help but Czech you out.
Are you from South England? Cause you Brighton up my day.
Are you Vietnamese? Cause I’m falling pho you.
Your clothes would look great on my Florence.
Would you allow me Du-bai you a drink?
Norway are you leaving without giving me your number!
I know we just met, but I Cairo lot about you.
Are you from Stockholm? Cause you’re the Swedish girl I’ve ever seen.
Are you heading to India? ‘Cause I’d Goa anywhere with you!
Are you from the U.K.? Because I want U, K?
Are you from India? Cause I’m trying to get In-di-a pants.
Do you mind if I sit down, cause Jamaican my heart race!
I hope you’re not a monk, cause I’d love to go Tibet with you.
Are you sure you’re not from South Korea? Because I know you’re my Seoul-mate.
I Ecua-dor you!
You’ve Mozambiqued my interest.
Irish you’d go on a date with me because you’re so pretty you’re Dublin my heart rate.
Everything has been so wonderful since you Cayman to my life
Are you African? Because you’re a frican babe.
This wouldn’t feel like a Lonely Planet if I were with you.
I’m Havana dream about you.
We Bali know each other, but I Jakarta take my eyes off you!
Hi, ‘Hanoi’ce to meet you. ‘Ha long’ you been coming here?
You must be from Paris, ’cause you’re driving me in-Seine.
Who needs a map when one can Rome freely in your beautiful eyes?
Belize me, baby, I will Peru’v my love for you at any Costa Rica.
Are you Australian? Because you meet all of my koala-fications.
The way our eyes were Interlaken, I knew you were the one.
What took you so long? I’ve been Kuwait-ing for you my whole life.
Do you have a quarter I can Bora Bora?
I want to call my mom and tell her I’ve met the girl of my dreams.
Did you overstay your visa? Because you got ‘fine’ written all over you.
Blue eyes, red lips, pale face. So pretty. You look like the flag of France.
Are you mexican? Because you’re my Juan and only!
Are you Jewish? Cause you ISRAELI HOT.
Are you from Japan? Because Udon know how much I adore you.
If you were a TSA agent, I would be happy to get a body scan.
Don’t leave me and go to Vientiane, because I’d be Laos without you.
You must be Portuguese because I could Lisbon to that accent all night long.
I want to flip your Ipswich, over Andover, Andover again.
This may not be India, but since I saw you I’ve felt like I’m in Lucknow.