Traveling and especially mass tourism have become somewhat apocalyptic. Long before the covid 19 period, I saw the mercilessness of an increasingly surrealistic form of tourism: far, rare, original, expensive. The actual intention of traveling, getting to know and respecting cultures, had become a factor that was completely neglected. These photos are the opposite of the polished tourist photos. The blurriness of the photos is a metaphor for non-viewing. The modern itinerant man is not able to look as it should. At the same time, I discovered the poetry of Elizabeth Bishop.