Right now, I’m sitting in the hallways of the Bali International Conference Centre. It’s 8:58am on the last day of negotiations at the UN Climate Change Conference and I haven’t slept in over 24 hours. The representatives of 180 different countries are trying to reach a landmark climate deal - a Bali roadmap that will guide the international process for the next two years, and which will probably determine the type of world that I’ll live in.
This should be a hopeful time. I should be celebrating the moment our leaders came together to address the biggest challenge of my generation. But instead, I’m deeply worried, afraid and on edge. The talks have stalled. Everything is hanging by a thread and may all fall apart.Late last night, I learned that Canada, along with the US, was again blocking progress at these negotiations. I learned that my government would rather quibble over who goes first than take real and honest action.As a Canadian, I pride myself on coming from a country with a long history of leadership on the world stage. But today, for the first time, I wonder if this reputation is still deserving. Continue reading ‘At the 11th hour in Bali’
As I sit on a plane somewhere over the black sea on my way to Bali for the UN Climate Change Conference, staring out the window and wondering when the all-important peanut cart is coming by again, I start to think about flights and flying – the big elephant in the room for so many in the environmental movement.



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