Welcome back to Delhi

I wake up and the sun is up. Everyone is moving. I ask and yes, we're finally in "Dilli."

I take my time gathering my pack and bag, adjusting my money belt, and making sure I am clear minded before I step off the bus. It's 5:15 am and I have 2 hours before the "Taj Express" leaves for Agra from the Hazrat Nizmuddin Train station. I want an auto rickshaw to get me there immediately. I want as much extra time to find my train as possible, because as I've learned extra time can quickly become no time in India. An auto approaches, I ask how much to the station. 150 rupees. A rip-off. Arman warned me not to pay more than 100 rps for this ride, and that is still a westerners' price. I'm not terribly keen on bargaining right now and I want to leave quickly.
"90" I say.
"No madam. 150. Very good price, 10 kilometers, good price."
The men that were on my bus gather around to haggle for me, but the driver insists on 150.
"90" I say again.
"Madam, 150, good morning price. Early, good morning price." He gestures around to the lack of people, as though his presence is fortunate enough.
"You're right." I smile, "Good morning price. Look, do you see any other tourists, westerners around? It's 5am. I walk away, you take Hindustani, 20 rupees. Or I stay you get 90."
"120, good price."
"90."
"Ok, 100 madam."
"90."
"Ok madam, 90."
I turn to my fellow bus passengers, they look impressed, I wink.

Victory! I just saved $1.50

Now I'm at the station with a blessed stress free hour to kill with some nourishment (I hadn't eaten dinner) and chai (I didn't really sleep). In 4 hours I'll be in Agra, home to the Taj Mahal. I'm so excited. I love traveling by myself!
Though I have to admit, when I woke up on the bus I expected to find Arman next to me, ready for our next adventure.