Mine were all prepared and individually sealed in plastic pouches . Not much chewing went on. I made it to the port on them and got a free boat ride where people took pity on my appearance, with offerings of food and drink. Then when back on English soil I blended in with the street people of Canterbury and took tea with them in a shelter. Went to the lavatory and used a cubicle that had a hole bore through to the adjacent, where I saw an eyeball that I stuck my finger in.