"No, you're not on the passenger list." said the check-in guy, stuck his bottom lip out, and leaned back in his seat as if he was going back to sleep.

Zanzibar airport desks are little more than corroding wooden desks set against the side of the road with scruffy, faded signs advertising defunct plane companies and a chalk board to list the departures. The board had yesterdays date at the top.

And my ticket was really a corroding peice of paper with 'J&Js Travel' printed at the top and some scruffy handwriting underneath and was no more than a reciept for eighty dollars I had handed over to an old guy in a shack on the beach a few days ago.

But I had paid for this flight, and I had to get to Kilimanjaro to join my Killi-climbing group. I could have booked on the proper tour from London and had an agent do all the hard work, but in true Crashpacker style, I had planned nothing and spent too much time chilling on the beach in Nungwi so now this was my only hope.

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