I had some reservations going there, I must admit. Nothing more unglamorous than getting trampled by a crowd, don’t your think? But the atmosphere was good. Or as good as it gets, I suppose.
Hezbollah’s crowd-control guys are impressive. You could almost consider them handsome if it weren’t for the fact that these guys just don’t have a darn sense of humor, unlike other Lebanese. They were all over the place, little white caps, plastic earpieces; the whole works.
A couple of guys from Ouzai had this big drum with them, and one was carrying a sombrero, and they were dancing and cavorting around, but the Hezbollah guys didn’t like that one bit. When you ask Mr. crowd-control how many of them are there, or what they are doing, or how things are going, you get the same answer; “I’m sorry, I cannot talk.” Without one friggin’ smile.
Of course, for the Hariri camp, this was not so successful. Hezbollah seems to be able to gather a bigger crowd. I am not saying that this implies they are the majority, but their supporters are simply more willing to get into that bus, and spend the day in a packed square.
Quite a lot of Aoun guys as well. I don’t see how the girls with hip-hugging pants hanging so low they defy gravity, can feel comfortable in a crowd with so many hungry eyes. This is a personal issue. When going to these types of demonstrations, I usually dress up like a virtual nun, and still you get the stares, and the guys who want to chat you up.
I have some more pictures, but blogger has decided that it's had enough for tonight. It'll have to wait.