Over the last several years, I have followed the development and launch of the Airbus A-380 (Official site) with great interest. Not from a technical point of view, but from a business/strategic point of view.
I've had a deep interest in the airline industry for several years now, probably stemming from my exposure to it as a child thanks to my father's career. And the A-380 is probably the biggest story in passenger aviation this decade. It's the ultimate superjumbo, with an all-economy configuration of ~850 passengers (most carriers operate it in a configuration allowing ~550). It's primary use is to connect high-traffic global hubs - JFK, LHR, CDG, DXB, SIN, HKG and the like. Several airports had to build infrastructure to accomodate it, and it's probably the coolest 'in' thing every airline is lusting for - they're certainly spending additional millions to have it customised and tailored for maximum customer luxury.
After years of nail-biting delays, it made its first commercial flight in Oct 2007. Singapore Airlines beat Emirates (the first company to put in an order, and the largest customer to date with nearly double the number of orders of the #2) to secure global bragging rights.
But why I am writing about all this now?
Ever since I first read about the A380 about five years ago, I've wanted to travel by one. Just for the heck of it. I doubt I'll ever really be able to afford travelling First Class on one, but even the Economy experience is supposed to be significantly better than in other airlines. After three missed chances on the SIN-SYD sector, I'll finally get my first shot on the SYD-LAX sector early next year. A 13+ hour flight - perfect to test it out.
I'm tremendously excited, almost irrationally and childishly so. Most Economy reviews I've read are positive, and I'm really looking forward to it.
I only hope Qantas doesn't change it at the last minute to a 747 because of low load factors, as they have done in the past. That would be a bummer.
If all goes well, next step: The Boeing Dreamliner, possibly in 2012.
Update (08 Jan 2010): Just found out EK is planning to use the A380 on the DXB-JED sector starting 01 Feb 2010. Interesting move, using the A380 for a journey of only about 1700km - the shortest A380 sector in the world. Possibly due to the low number of slots offered by the Saudi Aviation authorities to international airlines in spite of the large demand/traffic, especially during the Haj?
Showing posts with label Sydney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sydney. Show all posts
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Ah, the Aussie way
Recently, a small incident brought home to me just how interesting the Aussie view of life is.
I was visiting a doctor for a medical exam (required for certain activities I was planning), and we got to chatting about what I was doing in Sydney. I explained to him that I had transferred from India for a while, and was thoroughly enjoying myself. He, in turn, told me his story of how he cam to Australia from Europe in the eighties as a student, and went on to make a life for himself here. He now considers himself fully immersed in the local society, and as Aussie as the next man.
In the course of the examination, we came to the entry on alcohol consumption.
The question read: On average, how many glasses of alcohol do you consume each week?
I had, after brief consideration, put down: 2-3
The doctor looked at the entry, and then looked up at me. His eyes went back to the sheet.
"Two to three glasses of alcohol a week?" he said, his brows furrowing.
"Uh... yes," I replied, worried thoughts running through my mind like particularly fleet-footed gazelles as I wondered if this would disqualify me from my planned activities.
"Three glasses, huh?" he said again, further compounding my worry.
I preemptively wiped a bead of sweat off my forehead.
And then, with a broad smile, he said, "You're an Aussie now, mate. That number should be at least 7 or 8 glasses a week!"
I was visiting a doctor for a medical exam (required for certain activities I was planning), and we got to chatting about what I was doing in Sydney. I explained to him that I had transferred from India for a while, and was thoroughly enjoying myself. He, in turn, told me his story of how he cam to Australia from Europe in the eighties as a student, and went on to make a life for himself here. He now considers himself fully immersed in the local society, and as Aussie as the next man.
In the course of the examination, we came to the entry on alcohol consumption.
The question read: On average, how many glasses of alcohol do you consume each week?
I had, after brief consideration, put down: 2-3
The doctor looked at the entry, and then looked up at me. His eyes went back to the sheet.
"Two to three glasses of alcohol a week?" he said, his brows furrowing.
"Uh... yes," I replied, worried thoughts running through my mind like particularly fleet-footed gazelles as I wondered if this would disqualify me from my planned activities.
"Three glasses, huh?" he said again, further compounding my worry.
I preemptively wiped a bead of sweat off my forehead.
And then, with a broad smile, he said, "You're an Aussie now, mate. That number should be at least 7 or 8 glasses a week!"
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Well, I'm Off
With due apologies to John Denver - both for toying with his lyrics and mangling the metre to satisfy the ryhme scheme. (Original lyrics)
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
My landlord's standing outside my door
I've paid the sweeper, car cleaner and the bai
It's coming on twilight, a new night is born
But the taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
It suddenly seems too soon to say goodbye
Some'll miss me, or cry for me
But those who've heard a million jokes from me
Are probably glad to let me go :)
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
Oh, I've waited so long to go...
I've grown to love this crazy town
Finally found my feet, achieved some renown
Suddenly, now, these don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I experience anew
Every sight I see, I find fresh too
When I come back, my heart will once more sing
The last kisses, and smiles I see
Hugs and back slaps aplenty
She holds me like she'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
Oh, Gurgaon doesn't seem so bad anymore...
Now the time has come to leave India
And in spite of all said in the media
I can't wait to begin life in Sydney
I dream about the days to come
LOTS of travelling (and then some!)
And a whole new work culture awaits me
Oh, this confusing duality
This world that'll wait for me
And that one that's a distant land no more
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
And my spirits swing high and low
And I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
Oh, I'm off to foreign shores
Yes I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
What the future holds, who knows...
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
My landlord's standing outside my door
I've paid the sweeper, car cleaner and the bai
It's coming on twilight, a new night is born
But the taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
It suddenly seems too soon to say goodbye
Some'll miss me, or cry for me
But those who've heard a million jokes from me
Are probably glad to let me go :)
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
Oh, I've waited so long to go...
I've grown to love this crazy town
Finally found my feet, achieved some renown
Suddenly, now, these don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I experience anew
Every sight I see, I find fresh too
When I come back, my heart will once more sing
The last kisses, and smiles I see
Hugs and back slaps aplenty
She holds me like she'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
Oh, Gurgaon doesn't seem so bad anymore...
Now the time has come to leave India
And in spite of all said in the media
I can't wait to begin life in Sydney
I dream about the days to come
LOTS of travelling (and then some!)
And a whole new work culture awaits me
Oh, this confusing duality
This world that'll wait for me
And that one that's a distant land no more
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
And my spirits swing high and low
And I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
Oh, I'm off to foreign shores
Yes I'm leaving on a jet plane
It'll be a year before I'm back again
What the future holds, who knows...
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