You wake in Arusha before dawn and slide into the hired jeep that will take you up the red-dust road toward Momela Gate. The air cools as the town gives way to montane forest; birds twitch in the canopy and, somewhere off-trail, the park’s resident buffalo rustle. By the time the group signs in, the trail has already begun to carve itself uphill through broad-leaf forest, vines swinging like green ropes. This is no walk in the park—Mount Meru rises sharply from the surrounding plains and its profile changes with every switchback: dense rainforest, open afro-alpine moor, and finally the raw, rocky spine toward Socialist Peak.