Robinvale, the success of money

We arrive at a little place called Robinvale on the boarder of the Murry River which is massively rich in citrus, avocados, and table grapes. We got this grape picking jobs through the national harvest trail government site which seemed all fine and dandy at the start however, on the way up here Dave and I were wondering to why we had to meet this guy called Sherro (apparently worked at Madec employment agency) at the little country corner shop when we got into town. So around 8pm we arrived at Robinvale (population 300) at this corner shop in the middle of nowhere. So now we are really thinking this is suss; does wolf creek mean much? So after a call to him and 5 minutes later, this big, overweight guy with an old rusted Ford 150 Ute turned up. We were shitting ourselves! (I may have written down the number plate and hid the postit note in the car)....yeah yeah, always a good ending, we arrived safe and well only 2 minutes up the road at this table grape farm and met the owner John who is lovely Aussie bloke with a real care free attitude. He showed us where we could set up camp, the free power and filtered rain water, the hot shower and the outhouse. It’s fricken amazing! He ended up chatting with us for a while and having a few jokes but in general this place is fantastic. Later I’ll update a video of us working.