A day that's finally over

Ok, well its bedtime. My hotel is crawling with police, but they won't tell us which head of state is staying here, no matter how much I schmooze the policeman. Spent the early evening making arrangements to ensure that our emissions policy specialist could get in over the next few days. Had to give up all our other passes to make it work - so much for our corporate networking events.

When coming here I thought this would an extraordinary opportunity to see the FCCC in action and meet incredible people. Both have turned out to be true, but in ways least expected.

The contrasts are extraordinary. The stoic Danish hosts for whom conformity and consensus is everything, epitomised by the unfailingly polite police who are everywhere and thoroughly intimidating. The chaotic UN FCCC that seems to be digging its own grave. The masses of people who came here from around the World to make their voices heard as part of the process, whether the vegan lobbyists dressed as chickens wandering inside the conference, the Greenpeace folk who kept us all warm with coffee as we stood around in the subzeros, or the global corporate leaders queueing with the dreadlocked rasta-kids at 7 in the morning in the hope of getting in, but probably didn't. Wow, but maybe not a good wow.

I can't wait to get home to London. But tomorrow is OUR chance to make a difference, the day we say what we came to say to the side event we're supporting. What we came all this way for. So, fingers crossed, bedtime.