'Don't take any risks,' he warned. 'A couple of novices died up there last
Leo recalls eating breakfast. They had gone to their favourite cafe near their
hotel. He had eaten a fruit salad with granola and honey. 'Breakfast of the
gods,' he had called it; pineapple, maracuya, mango and passion fruit. As he
recalls it he tastes it again. Eleni had scoffed down a banana pancake with
melted chocolate, and could not prevent the hot sauce dribbling down her chin.
They had lingered over coffee. Afterwards they had returned to their hotel and
picked up their heavy backpacks and set off for the bus station. There it was at
last, the bus station. They were later than they had planned by over an
hour.Would Eleni be alive now if they hadn't taken so long over breakfast? His
memory stops at the bus station; he still cannot see any aspect of the journey
in his mind. Perhaps it is better not to know, but he cannot seem to stop his
thoughts racing. The holes are slowly filling up, and despite itself the brain
will work until the job is completed.
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