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Two and a bit years on, Qatar is beginning to feel a little same same. We’ve seen the Sheep & Goat Festival come and go, the dhows in the harbour for the pearl diving competition, Ramadan, Eids, and the summer haze. It’s time to shake things up and see what else is going on in Qatar.

I present to you, the A to Z Challenge of Qatar!

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A friend and I will complete one new activity per letter to complete the Qatar alphabet in a period of approximately 6 months.

Add your ideas to the comments!

A Aerial Yoga; Arabic; Air Hockey

B Ballet

C Camel Racing

D Dragon Boat Racing; Dhow Cruise; Dune Bashing

E Example & DJ Wire

F Fencing

G Girls Night

H Horse Riding

I Indonesian Cooking; Ice Skating; Ikebana; Internations

J Jewellery Making

K Kangoo Jumps; Kitesurfing

L Latino Tonic

M Makeover; Make Up Class

N Night Photography; Networking

O Overnight Desert Camp

P Paragliding; Ping Pong

Q Quiz Night

R Roller Skating

S Salsa; Skydiving (Dubai)

T Thai Boxing

U Ukulele

V Volunteering

W Wing Walking (not in Qatar); Wahm at the W

X X Marks the Spot (Geocaching)

Y Yoga

Z Zumba

We’ll be providing regular blog updates and photos on our experience and progress. We’re looking forward to months of fun!

Special thanks to a friend (you know who you are) for the idea, hope you can attempt this in NZ too.

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Roller derby is awesome fun. It feels like you belong to some underground society that only a select bunch know about. Games are held in YMCAs, halls or gyms and have an amazing atmosphere with cheering supporters.

In teams of five you try to block the opposing team’s ‘jammer’ who is trying to barge through to score points for their team, while also trying to assist your own jammer to get through, all while rotating around the track.

Male friends seem to be fans too, and I’m sure it’s purely based on the sporting aspect rather than the tight lycra shorts and fishnets.

London Roller Girls vs. USA in Newham, September 2012

London vs. USA in Newham, September 2012

I’ve decided that derby could be for me. You get to be angry and shove people around, and race through to score. Derby is in both New Zealand and the UK, so it could be an option when I move from Qatar. It looks as though great friendships are built and if you’re good enough you can travel and compete overseas.

One problem: I can’t skate. I tried once, my boyfriend at the time was trying to teach me. I fell over, on top of him, splatting onto the concrete. He never tried again.

It’s also not really a sport in the Middle East.

Not to worry! While in Qatar I can learn to skate, so then, when moving back to wherever, I’ll be ready to go pro. Right?

I’ve asked Santa (aka Hubby) for roller skates and safety gear for Christmas. He has declined as he is concerned for my welfare and is struggling between wanting to support me to do fun things and enabling me to harm myself. My coordination is his main concern. Despite this, he has said he will supervise if required, while battling his internal conflicts and perhaps wondering why he married a childish clutz.

Photo Credit: meanmissmustard.com

Photo Credit: meanmissmustard.com

The key to success, as I understand it, is your derby name. London Roller Girls have Grievous Bodily Charm and Goregasm amongst many others. If I use my time now to work on that, the rest will surely follow. So folks, what derby name ideas have you got?

If you’re interested in derby check out:

Auckland Roller Derby [The NZ season finished in Sept, so keep an eye out for events next year. Tickets are usually around $15, and totally worth it!]

London Roller Girls

Derby Rules & Info

This is what I expect to look like soon!

This is what I expect to look like soon!

I’m bored.

Work has not yet kicked into gear, and sitting on our hands while decisions are being made is  difficult. I can at least connect to the office WiFi with my personal tablet, but many websites are blocked (in fact, the whole “social networking” category!). Doing nothing is exhausting.

Then I pootle home to my apartment. It’s dark and cool, and combined with the early morning wake up, it makes me sleepy. Hubby usually arrives a couple of hours later, and I spend that time attempting to stave off sleep, sometimes unsuccessfully.

We’ve so easily and quickly slipped into the hum-drum of daily life in Doha. Hubby describes our yawn-worthy routine here. I have hobbies that I have packed up and brought over. Calligraphy ink sitting unopened, my camera missing daily use, my ukulele requiring a complete tune-up, and my boxing gloves wishing they were punching something. The gym is downstairs, swimming pools are in the same building. Yet I lack the motivation to actually do anything.

I’m Boring

I will leave you with the words of The Mint Chicks – You’re Bored Because You’re Boring

If you're bored, probably being boring