After checking out at the hostel, we miraculously caught our train to Gwalior, given that the train enquiry man said it could leave from platform 3,4 or 5 (turned out to be 1). We dumped our bags at our new hotel that we stumbled across, and then caught a tuk-tuk to the fort. After some confusion, we pointed to where we wanted to be dropped off, and the man nodded. Of course he had no idea where he was going. Thing is, there is only one sight to see in the town, with two entrances. Yet he didn't know where the east gate was. In England, this would be the equivalent of being in Blackpool and not knowing where the Blackpool tower is. So after asking the guards, we still got dropped at the wrong place, and he demanded more money than we had agreed. We handed over 100 rupees and he said he had no change. After raising our voices and a man translating for us that he had dropped us off in the wrong place, he amazingly pulled a wodge of change from his pocket and gave us some of our money back. We stormed off to make our point haha. We walked round the fort and visited the palace, where we acquired a guide who said he was free but them asked for a tip - we hadn't even agreed to the tour, he just splurged a load of info at us as we wandered round. On the way down from the fort, a girl and her brother asked for a photo, so after about four combinations of us with her, us with her brother, her mother, shaking hands, we parted and walked to the exit. Later in the street she ran up to me and held out a tiny newspaper parcel and said it was for me - it was earrings, and although her brother had noticed that my ears aren't pierced, I politely accepted and thanked her. Such a thoughtful gesture! We walked through all the markets, not spotting any other tourists, and enjoyably were not pounced on with souvenirs or other tat.