Where To Go Holiday In March

Last March, I found myself shivering in a damp London park, eating a sad sandwich while a drizzle turned my coffee into soup. I had planned a “spring getaway,” but someone forgot to tell the British weather. Right then, I swore that next year, I’d actually pick a spot that wants you to visit in March.

March is a magical little liar, you know? It pretends to be spring, but half the world is still wrapped in winter’s grumpy blanket. That’s exactly why you need to be smart about where you point your passport.

The sweet spot lies in chasing warmth without the crowds of July, or leaning into the last gasp of winter for some solid snow fun. Ready to ditch that sad sandwich? Let’s talk.

For the Sun Chasers: Escape to Desert Heat

If your skin is craving vitamin D after months of grey, head to the Moroccan desert. March is genuinely perfect there—think 25°C (77°F) days and starry, mild nights.

You can hike through the Dadès Gorge or sleep in a luxury tent in Merzouga without melting. Side note: bring a scarf, because the wind might get cheeky.

Or try Oman. It’s like Dubai’s quieter, more authentic cousin, with green wadis and ancient forts. March avoids the brutal summer heat, so you can even visit the Empty Quarter without feeling like a fried egg.

A Quick Reality Check (You’re Welcome)

Beaches in Europe? Forget it. The Mediterranean is still shivering. But the Canary Islands? Yes, please. Lanzarote or Tenerife hover around 22°C and feel like a warm hug from a volcanic giant.

Just know that March is not dry season everywhere. Pack a light rain jacket for Tenerife’s north side—trust me on this one.

For the Snow Lovers: Last Call for Powder

You think winter is over? No way. March is the secret sweet spot for skiing in the Alps. The days are longer, the snow is still deep, and the slopes are emptier than in February.

Go to Val Thorens in France or Sölden in Austria. You’ll get sunny après-ski vibes without queueing for the lift. Also, the prices drop—because apparently, everyone else is afraid of spring slush.

And if you’re into weird winter beauty, try Japanese Hokkaido. March brings lighter crowds and that legendary powder snow. You might even catch the last of the Sapporo Snow Festival vibes.

But What About Shoulder Season Magic?

Here’s where it gets clever. March is the shoulder season for many places. That means lower prices, fewer tourists, and a secret “locals only” feeling. Try Vietnam—it’s dry in the north (hello, Hanoi and Ha Long Bay) and turning warm in the south. Perfect for a motorbike trip or a boat cruise.

Or Bhutan. No joke—March is the month of rhododendrons blooming across the valleys. It’s like nature threw a pastel party just for you.

Even Australia’s east coast is leaving summer behind. By March, the stingers (dangerous jellyfish) are mostly gone, the crowds have thinned, and you can snorkel the Great Barrier Reef without bumping elbows. Bring a hat, though. The sun still means business.

The “I Have No Clue” Recommendation

If your brain is fried from options, just book Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula. March is the dry season—think solid 30°C days, zero rain, and clear turquoise water. Tulum or Holbox are great, but skip Cancún if you hate spring break chaos.

Or go full budget-hero and hit Portugal’s Algarve. It’s not bikini weather, but it’s sunny and quiet. You can hike the cliffs, eat fresh seafood, and feel smug about saving half your accommodation money.

One Final, Honest Tip

Don’t chase “should be warm” destinations like Greece or Italy this early. The sea is freezing, the wind is biting, and you’ll end up wearing a puffer jacket to dinner. Instead, embrace March’s weird, in-between identity.

Go south of the equator (say hi to autumn in South Africa or Argentina), or high up in the mountains. March rewards the flexible, the curious, and the slightly stubborn. And remember: a good holiday in March is not about perfect weather—it’s about being somewhere that says, “Hey, I’m glad you showed up.”

So, where will your March adventure take you? Just promise me you won’t be eating a soggy sandwich in a cold park. You’re better than that.