In my youth, back in the early '60s, I traveled back home from Istanbul by train (no food facilities provided on board), equipped with a *whole tin* of hard-boiled eggs and olives.
Nobody complained. Those were the days.
In my youth, back in the early '60s, I traveled back home from Istanbul by train (no food facilities provided on board), equipped with a *whole tin* of hard-boiled eggs and olives.
Nobody complained. Those were the days.