"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.