After a good sleep, we woke up and arranged to go on a tiger safari in the afternoon. We chilled out on the balcony, and then had lunch (Hugo's favourite meal yet - a rich chicken curry), before buying some snacks for the safari and boarding our truck. We picked up the rest of the passengers from various hotels and made our way to the gate. We saw spotted deer, antelope, gaur deer, and even a serpent eagle, but the elusive tiger was no where to be seen. Time was ticking on and still no sighting, and then the guide heard a monkey warning call. It all got a bit frantic and we pulled by the roadside to listen, but the call faded away, and we had to head back. Although admittedly disappointed, the landscape was really beautiful, with grasslands, forests, and cliffsides dropping in to the valley below. We watched the sunset as we drove back. When back at our hotel, we saw crowds gathering across the road. An Indian wedding. As the sky turned dark, more ands more people arrived, music began playing, and fireworks went off. Their music playlist was limited to about 4 songs, their favourite being one from the film we saw, Happy New Year, which they played 7 times, much to our annoyance. The poor couple remained seated on stage for about 2hours talking with guests and having photos, before being allowed on the dancefloor for their first dance. Headphones in we eventually dropped off to sleep. We were up early for our second and last chance to see a tiger. At this point we had realised it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, but we thought we'd give it one more shot, as the two other Jeeps that had left from our hotel both saw one yesterday! The couple in our Jeep were on their third attempt. It started off well, with our guide pointing out other wildlife, and then spotting tiger footprints in the sandy track. He said the footprints were from two different tigers. We, along with the other Jeeps, kept finding footprints, but there were no warning calls nearby, meaning that the tigers were laid down somewhere and not on the move. We stopped by at the lake and saw a wild croc, but eventually accepted that it was not meant to be, and headed back once again. In the afternoon, we went by Jeep to the fort inside the national park. The entrance was guarded by monkeys, and we were once again celebs. After wandering round and looking out across the national park, with our binoculars lent to us by the hotel manager, we returned back. We joined the evening buffet, which was great, and I had a second helping of kheer, their rice pudding (the chefs were impressed that I knew the word kheer).