The bane of my Fakuma existence
Interminable traffic jams are to be expected at trade shows, but I have to say that the B31 is positively epic.
The scenery is breathtaking, as the highway winds through quaint villages and apple orchards, the Alps looming on the horizon. The problem is that I got to know every intimate detail of that landscape as traffic ground to a halt about 10 kilometers from the messe.
Accessibility is a perennial complaint of Fakuma exhibitors and attendees. Short of a major infrastructure project that would subtract some of the location's charm, however, it's probably something that we will just have to live with.
On the bright side, I feel less hostility toward the 405 since I got back to Los Angeles.