With only about 15 km to Khawa to go, I somehow managed to lose the track after that last cattle post. As said, the tracks often disappeared in the sandy islands the posts were usually located at, or there were too many disapearing in many directions. I didn't spent too long looking for the track, but rather picked the easternly direction and drifted over the dunes free style for few km until I bumped into the track by luck again. The scenery was more or less the same all the way to Khawa:
Eventually after 130 km of the most spectacular dunes one can wish for, I arrived at Khawa and stopped at the first house that had car parked next to it. I asked if I can get petrol anywhere in Khawa, but got the negative answer. Tried once more at anothe house with car, but the owners just confirmed that there is no petrol to be had in the village. I had a bit of a dilema. I was keen to try for Tsabong through the bush, but it was at least 140 km away - if I don't run into any fences, which was unlikely as those ranches were sitting between me and Tsabong somewhere. Or I could just ride down to Middelputs about 70 km away, fill up from the jerry cans in my car, sleep over somewhere in the bush (there is no accommodation in Middelputs) and try again next day.
The problem was that I didn't have a clue how much petrol I actually had. The 19 liter tank I have is transculent, so one can see level of petrol, but the problem is that the tank is pretty uneve in its volume with majority sitting up above the engine and only smaller portion sitting in the narrow side pockets. So just looking at the level is quite misleading, as while the tank may look half full from outside, by that stage it is probably already way past that mark. I was a bit pissed of that I didn't mark the levels for different volume on the tank as Justin (JustBendIt) did on his - would come handy now. I still had 2 liter Coke bottle of petrol so I poured that one in and it looked like I may be about half full, so I decided to give Tsabong a bash.
Here is the shebeen in Khawa which I didn't have good memories about since my last visit, when I layed there in the shade badly heatstroked, while being pestered by drunken local bushmen. This time, there was no such a problem as unlike last time I was in a top form ready to take on anybody, but alas it wasn't necessary. The drunks were nowhere to be seen (strange as it was weekend) and I used up only about 1 liter of my water, so there was no need for refill, so this time I gave this upmarked establishment a miss.