We congregate downstairs at 9.30am, Dylan lets us know that Jess is feeling a little better, but still pretty sick. JohnMiller finally has his money through from Western Union. We walk to the temple, take our shoes off, and get there in time for 10am prayer. Ladies are sat on the floor playing instruments and chanting. A man is standing at the back ringing a large, loud bell. Men are near the front of the temple chanting and waving toward the shrine. Suddenly the bell stops and the chanting seems louder and my arms cover in goosebumps, flowers are thrown forward; oranges, pink, whites and yellows. We have to leave but I'm really glad to have experienced it. Turning left out of the temple, walking uphill, Maddie, Dom and I enter the Royal Palace. A tall striking archway, decorated in bright colours with hanging ornate lanterns invites us in, I get an audio guide. There is artwork painted on to the walls, particularly around the doorways. Unfortunately there are large groups of tours and all you can hear is different tour guides shouting over one another to be heard by their group. The palace is the second biggest in India and it shares some of the same decoration as the fort; mosaics, curved decorates archways, chic hooks. I learnt that soldiers used to put imitation trunks on their horses which would fool elephants into thinking that the horses were baby elephants and deter them from charging. Every day’s a school day! We get back to the hotel for 1pm to have our palms read by a priest. He tells me: I will live until 91/92, but will have a big health issue at 84, my brain is unfocused because the line splits into three- so I am competent but need to work out what I want to focus on, I have made my own luck through ambition- my luck line isn't as prominent on my right hand, I am flexible but sometimes too flexible which may mean that I sacrifice things for others, I have a line running parallel to my life line which means that something/someone is looking after me and lastly my heart line is criss-crossed showing that I am emotionally unstable and sensitive. I have one partner and the potential for two children, a boy and a girl who will be closer to me than their father- only if I worked on my emotional stability. He listed five or six things I could do to change it. So yeah, nice afternoon. Emotionally unstable and unfocused. Maddie got told that her current boyfriend wasn't ‘the one’,  Dom was told that he would marry his ex and have three kids with her and I was told to leave all previous relationships in the other room and close the door. JohnMiller was told that he severely lacks self belief and self confidence which is compromising everything else in his life. Beth got freaked out because he spoke a lot about her mum correctly and Sue cried because he also said stuff that she couldn't understand how he could possibly know. And Raj, who has spent every day on Tinder trying to find ‘the one’, pretty much had the same as me minus the brain because he is very focused on his career. Dylan and Jess didn't have theirs because Jess was still really ill. While waiting for others Palm reading to finish, it started spitting, then pouring, dark clouds blew overhead and then hail stones, another storm! 

That evening we attended the cultural show for the princely sum of 100 rupees (£1). The show lasted an hour and Dom was in his element surrounded by beautiful, dancing, Rajastani girls. There were men dancing with swords, girls dancing with pots on their heads which were on fire, ladies dancing with finger cymbals, girls dancing with elaborate embroidered saris, a puppet show- which the locals seemed to enjoy the most and lastly a small portly woman with a large bum and no neck walked out with a pot on her head decorated in red and green flowers. She dances with the pot and walks off stage, only to return with another two pots getting slightly smaller in size, another dance and a napkin picked up with her teeth, she walks off stage, returning again with a further three pots on her head, a little dance and she walks off stage. RETURNS AGAIN! With three more pots on her head. It's so windy from the storm and this pile of pots is taller than her. I'm so uncomfortable and Beth whispers ‘I want to give her some money so she never has to do this again!’ And then! Her sour faced assistant walks out onto the stage with a bag, pours out of the contents onto the middle of the stage IT’S ONLY BLOODY PIECES OF GLASS ISN’T IT. She does a Priscilla-esq ritzy two step on the glass, carrying her tower of pots on her head and finally finishes. I let out a breath and relax. Off to the restaurant next door for dinner, overlooking the lake and then bed.