Copenhagen Pt.3

We had work to do tonight so we made our way to our accommodation to pick up supplies then back into the centre to rendezvous with the Canadians, Phil and a couple of others to set up a vigil outside the Canadian Embassy.
Out came the pop up tent, the banners and candles.
A Canadian journalist came along and Janet did an interview including the great line, “Tar sands - they’re dirty, toxic and huge!”

Soon Police arrived and even the military turned up but kept a distance.
Satisfied we were not going to be any trouble the Officer allowed us to stay but said he couldn’t speak for anyone else who might turn up.
Within 3 minutes of his departure, 3 Police vans and 2 cars pulled up and we were surrounded by riot cops.

I thought this was it for us but after some protracted discussions and identity checks, they too were satisfied and left us in peace.

A couple of hours later we were cold and quiet and so decided to pack up and head for bed.
Sleep wasn’t great but was well overdue.

The next day we wanted to take things easy so pootled along to the KlimaForum, a conference for the people.
After looking around and talking to people from around the World, we emerged to another protest, the Via Campesina, a farmers group against industrial animal production.
We were due to leave at 3.45pm so couldn’t get involved.

We carried on mooching around town and found a parade of electric vehicles including the amazing  Tesla roadster which will do 0-60mph in 3.7 secs.
Sirens are whining all around the city, this is going to be a long week for everyone.
 
Eventually we head to the train station and re-board the ‘Climate Express’.
Surely this will be a more subdued ride. Not a bit of it.
Singing breaks out in almost every carriage.

Around midnight, we are seconded to Greenpeace France to do ‘an action’ on Greenpeace Belguim.
We charge through the train to surround the beleaguered few (most of GPB are still locked up after an action in their Parliament), to demand their beer!
They didn’t know what to say so we joined forces to do the same on Oxfam – a much bigger group.
After some curious body surfing down the aisle (I think it’s a team building thing) we dispersed – without beer, but it was nice to be adopted by the ‘family’.

Many hours later we’re home at last, exhausted, but I would have been disappointed if I wasn’t.