When you think of Zanzibar, you picture a perfect honeymoon destination of pristine beaches and crystal clear blue waters. You picture an island getaway lazing on a hammock with a book in your hand and wind in your hair. The first thing that greeted me upon arriving was a dilapidated airport in desperate need of repair. Gone were the plush carpets and the stark cold air that blows from the vents lining the aerobridge. Forget the vents – there wasn’t a single aerobridge in sight! We were ushered into a ratty old bus that took us to the terminal proper where the arrivals hall was probably the same size as…