Alive in Accra!

I had made a little movie of our first few months in Ghana. A little something for our families to see where we were living, and a few highlights. I had to cut it into pieces as it was too long... so here is Alive in Accra: Vol.1 and Vol.2! The latter is only some extra material. More to come by the way. Sooner than you think...

Volume 1 - 8.37 mins


Volume 2 - Bonus Material - 1.35 mins

Comments

dellaandjared said…
love the videos. miss u guys!

della
7:41 PM
Anonymous said…
fantastic footage of life in Ghana. Man, that is a funky beat! love from us all x x x x x x
8:50 PM
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