"What I'm eating for breakfast is a bowl of crunchy granola. It seems to decompose in hot milk—must have something to do with high altitude. It fragments into an unpleasant mush that one might
feed a yak."—Roger Bilham
Not only is food eaten here, but this is the home of our communications center and medical center—lap tops, a printer, a fax and the satellite phone sit in one corner and the massive medical kit in
another. Suffice it to say, this is where life happens at Base Camp. You can eat your lunch, type
up a fax, and send it while listening to Tom Waits croon away on the CD player.