A person’s birthday is the day when their families, friends, and acquaintances make an effort to celebrate them, to show that they are happy that they were born, that they value their friendship. But what good is this day when you’re on the road, far from home, your family, and friends? A birthday can be the most lonely day of all for a traveler.
It’s a good thing that even the most callous and trendy of backpackers often feel sympathy for their brethren who are celebrating birthdays on the road. We all have been there or will be soon. One of the more amazing little things that I’ve regularly seen while traveling is how people will gather together to celebrate a near stranger’s birthday if they are far from home. I’ve been the recipient of this phenomenon on various occasions, and it truly surprises me each time why people that I hardly even know will take it upon themselves to celebrate my birthday.
In Mongolia in 2006 a hostel full of strangers had a small celebration for me. In El Salvador in 2010 my wife assembled just about everyone we had even remote contact with — from papusa cooks to Spanish students to random backpackers — into a bar and had a full fledged party for my birthday. Various times when on the road working archaeology the crew would take a break from their usually boozing to propose a birthday toast in my honor. This year in China my wife again packed a bar full of people I’ve only just met.
And I’m sure to pass on the favor to my brethren on the road. It is almost the duty of a traveler to put together little celebrations for any other traveler whose birthday it happens to be. Believe me, it truly means something.