Airbus A380

The Airbus A380 is a double-deck, wide-body, four-engine airliner manufactured by the European corporation Airbus, an EADS subsidiary. The largest passenger airliner in the world, the A380 made its maiden flight on 27 April 2005 from Toulouse, France, and made its first commercial flight on 25 October 2007 from Singapore to Sydney with Singapore Airlines. The aircraft was known as the Airbus A3XX during much of its development phase, but the nickname Superjumbo has since become associated with it.





The A380's upper deck extends along almost the entire length of the fuselage, and its width is equivalent to that of a widebody aircraft. This allows for a cabin with 50% more floor space than the next-largest airliner, the Boeing 747-400, and provides seating for 525 people in standard three-class configuration or up to 853 people in all economy class configuration. The A380 is offered in passenger and freighter versions. The A380-800, the passenger model, is the largest passenger airliner in the world, but has a shorter fuselage than the Airbus A340-600 which is Airbus' next biggest passenger aeroplane. The A380-800F, the freighter model, is offered as one of the largest freight aircraft, with a listed payload capacity exceeded only by the Antonov An-225. The A380-800 has a design range of 15,200 kilometres (8,200 nmi), sufficient to fly from New York to Hong Kong for example, and a cruising speed of Mach 0.85 (about 900 km/h or 560 mph at cruising altitude).






Looks fantastic. I definetely want to fly on that thing. But wait! Those seats look too roomy and the aisles too wide… is this First and Business class? Oh c’mon Airbus, that’s cheating! Show us some pictures of your coach cabin, or as I like to call it, “the hole”. That’s where all of us common folk will be spending countless hours, so you better show us what you are doing to make our lifes less miserable on that Los Angeles - Auckland non-stop flight. I can show you some shots taken in the First Class cabin of an old-ass Varig MD-11 and they look fantastic as well. I want to see coach. Real coach. Packed shoulder-to-shoulder with angry dads, bothered moms and screaming kids. Coach, where drinks cost $5. Coach, where you spend those long hours over the ocean pondering how long would it take for a stray blod clot to go from your cramped legs to your lungs and kill you, and how agonizing would that be. Coach, where you could use your laptop if you wanted too, but you run the risk of either suffocating after 10 minutes of the keyboard squeezing your diaphraghm or having a claustrophobia attack.