The degree of myopia required to fly half-way around the world for the improvement of one’s luggage priority is, quite simply, breathtaking. To do so during the single event in the international calendar addressing the issue of climate change, is to be utterly impenetrable to irony. The pertinence of the Copenhagen summit, amongst a sea of hyperactive news items, has failed to evoke the most basic moment of self-examination. The round trip will produce something in the region of a Latvian’s annual CO[sub]2[/sub] emission. On arrival, rather than attempt to gain some distillation of the place and culture, the most likely outcome seems to be several hours of web browsing in an airport cafe, before boarding the return flight. All this for increasing the likelihood of sticker-accelerated luggage recovery (potentially some seconds, or even minutes), and the offer of a slightly less barren place to sit in tedium, whilst staring across a runway, waiting for some future boarding call.
A cynic might suggest the battle is lost before even the most inconsequential of international agreements has been reached, and the most trivial fraction realise some element of individual responsibility. Or is that a realist?