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Known across four continents, Shawn is the epitome of the new urban male. As a public relations practitioner by way of work and in life, he has honed his rhetorical skills into an art form. Some would even venture as far as to call him a cunning linguist. Not content with suburban life, Shawn has made it his personal mission to understand the mysteries of life through travel. And as a dedicated follower of fashion, he'll be looking his best even in the back of a truck carrying cattle.

I hail from a very long line of Bizarre travelers. The name Lee was adopted by the 1st family member in my lineage over 5 thousand years ago. He was a rice farmer in the Fujian Province of China. One day, as he awoke to the smell of a fresh cup of Latte being made by his neighbour, he heard a knocking at the door. He opened it to find a strange man, dark in skin, with a cloth wrapped around his head. Persumably this man was a trader from the Middle East. The man, who did not speak the local language pulled out of his robes a red gem. This gem so bright and glistening, it scattered the suns rays across the farmer's house. With his other hand, the man gestured a repeated flick of the wrist. My ancestor took this to mean that he could have it. The strange man held the gem out and said, "Ruby, Ruby." The farmer took it from the man and held it in his own hands. He tried repeating this name, "looby, looby." The strange man in cloth turned and walked away, never to return. That farmer, stunned at 1st by this surreal experience soon recovered and proudly ran around the town shouting, "Looby, looby!!!" That was the day that he adopted the name Looby. Over the centuries this name would leave out the oob and be shortened to Lee, the name I now have.
The Lee's have their bloodline deply rooted to the paddy fields of China. That was until Prick Lee, the most famous of all the Lee's, decided that he was tired of his feet being wrinkled from standing in the fields the whole day. He said to himself, "I must leave this place, and never return to this life again. There must be more out there. Surely a man's life should not be dedicated to having wrinkly feet?" He dropped his rice basket and started walking. And walk he did, for mile at 1st, then over hills and valleys, till he reacdhed a place where he had never been. But he didn't stop there, walking further and further till he came across his 1st mountain. He climbed that mountain and then went down the mountain. He reached He crossed into a land where all the men wore dark skin and smelled of Chicken Tikka Masala. There he jumped on a wierd contraption with a symbol on it that he had never seen- Rickshaw Run Winter 4000 BC. This contraption carried him at great speeds across the vast lands till he reached an ocean. He fashioned a boat out of his underwear then sailed it across till he reached land again. There, on this strange, yet somehow familiar land he continued his walk, leaving his underwear behind. He walked and walked, for months and months till he reached a hut that looked so familiar he swore he must have seen it before. It was his home! He could not belive it, all this effort to, only to end where it all began. They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. If that is true, then a journey of a thousand steps will get you nowhere. From that day, the Lee's have never left home again. Till now.