DALLAS - Today in 2007, Airways' Chris Sloan was one of the few lucky people on board Singapore Airlines' (SQ) inaugural A380 flight, SQ380, from Singapore to Sydney. 15 years later, he takes us back to that special flight.

On the evening of October 26, 1958, amidst a backdrop of glamour and anticipation, a Pan American Boeing 707 departed from New York’s Idlewild Airport bound for Paris-Le Bourget (see the Airways December 2007 issue at the end of the article).

Flashback: Flying the Inaugural A380 with Singapore Airlines

Although a BOAC de Havilland Comet 4 had preceded that inaugural ‘Clipper’ flight by a few weeks, it was the 707 that truly ushered in the jet age.

My grandparents were on that Pan Am flight. Then, as a young airline aficionado, I would listen spellbound as my grandfather regaled me with the story of that history-making trip.

When I first heard about the eBay auction of seats on the world’s first scheduled flight of the Airbus A380 by Singapore Airlines (SIA), I knew this was my opportunity to participate in my own piece of history.

Though it was an incredibly difficult time to take a week off from my business, travel to the other side of the world from my home in Miami Beach, Florida, and, most importantly, leave my 7-month-old son, my supportive wife Carla urged me to realize this dream.

So with not a little trepidation, I embarked on the tortuous process of bidding for tickets. Because of the nature of the event and the fact that all money raised would go to charity, this was no ordinary eBay auction.

Bidders had to place a US$1,000 deposit and provide proof of a valid passport. Seats would be released in arbitrary blocks over a couple of weeks to maintain interest.

To guarantee a window seat in Economy, you were required to purchase a pair of tickets, so I had to find a travel companion. Finally, US$2,700 later, my friend Oscar Garcia (a former Boeing 747 pilot) and I had bought our way into the airline history books.

SIA—a company to which the word ‘superb’ simply doesn’t do justice—then went to great lengths to fly hundreds of people, including Oscar and me, from all over the world to Singapore at massively reduced prices.

Ramona Donan in SIA’s Los Angeles office was a heroine to me and many other US travelers. I had a very narrow ‘window’ in which to travel and wanted my pre-inaugural flight to be aboard the acknowledged ‘Queen of the Skies’ in its waning days—a Boeing 747-400—which seemed poetic... Yes, I am an airline geek.

At 0200 on October 25, I was "sleepless in Singapore," not because of jetlag but because in six hours’ time I would be taking part in literally the biggest air transport milestone in nearly four decades, one unlikely to be eclipsed for many years. A multitude of emotions and thoughts flashed through my mind.

I had a strong connection to the Airbus A380 because when I ran production at TLC (The Learning Channel) cable TV network, I had overseen the creation of a documentary about the aircraft, hosted by John Travolta. I visited the Toulouse factory as the first airplane was being completed.

With all its production problems, commercial viability questions, controversies, fallout, and delays, I always rooted for the A380. Now I was happy that, for one day at least, the headlines would be celebratory, not derogatory.

I had been envious of passengers on other first flights, but especially the one that occurred on January 21, 1970—the inaugural of the Boeing 747, also by Pan Am. For me, that day had arrived.

I nurtured high expectations of one of the most thrilling moments of my life, but what made it so special would be completely unexpected, more personally profound, and revealed long after the gigantic Airbus had returned to terra firma on its first scheduled arrival into Sydney, Australia.

At 0500 hours, we stepped into a terminal at Singapore’s Changi Airport (SIN) that was nearly empty save for one streamer-adorned ticketing zone buzzing—and I do mean buzzing—with excitement. SIA had not missed an opportunity to make the event special, even at check-in.

There was a paparazzi backdrop and red carpet where your picture was taken for your own custom stamp. Cameras rolled and flashbulbs popped as representatives of the international press added to the feeling that this was as big as a Hollywood premiere.

Making our way to Gate F31 at 0600, we reached the boarding lounge that had been converted into a standing-room-only party/champagne buffet/press conference replete with a chamber music quartet. At the boarding gate, two of the famed 'Singapore Girls' stood in front of a yellow ribbon, holding sway over the crowd.

At sunrise, the guests saw the real star of the show—A380-841 9V-SKA (MSN 13)—as it emerged from its cloak of darkness, tended to by a veritable army of ground crew.

At around 0630, the flight crew showed up. You would have been excused if you thought U2’s Bono or Oprah had arrived. They were mobbed like rock stars and seemed genuinely surprised by the adulation. Among the crew was a largely unnoticed pilot in a different uniform—Claude Lelaie, Airbus senior vice president of flight division and, with Jacques Rosay, vice president and chief test pilot, the first to fly the airplane.

Thirty minutes later, a beaming Chew Choon Seng, SIA’s CEO, took the stage to present a check for US$1.3m to three worthy charities: The Singapore Children’s Hospitals; The Singapore Community Chest; and Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).

With his first new Airbus delivered only ten days earlier, if Chew was at all concerned, he didn’t show it as he cut a yellow ribbon declaring the flight open.

Boarding of Flight SQ380, bound for Sydney, began promptly at 0715, as Julian Hayward, the Briton who had paid $100,300 for two tickets in the ‘Suites’, was invited to be first to board. There was thunderous applause.

‘New Business’ and economy class passengers were next to board through the three-airbridge gate, with two ‘fingers’ docked to the lower deck and one to the upper. The procedure was amazingly fast and smooth, silencing many critics.

Our bridge led to the upper deck. With people running around snapping pictures (myself included) and touring the airplane, I asked myself how this flight could possibly depart on time. I anticipated agitated crewmembers making panicked announcements and requesting everyone to take their seats to prevent an embarrassing late departure.

My travel companion and I were seated in rows 77K and 77H in the intimate economy cabin upstairs. Miraculously and calmly, with not a stern word from the crew, everything settled down, and precisely at 0800, we pushed back.

We noticed ground crewmembers on the ramp stopping to gawk at the new Queen of the Skies. There were also throngs of spectators in the terminal. I reflected that this is what it must have felt like to be a participant on those other great ‘inaugurals’: the Pan American Martin 130 China Clipper flying boat (in 1935), Boeing 707, and 747.

Our eerily quiet takeoff roll took all of 40 to 45 seconds. We later learned that the Rolls-Royce Trent 970 turbofans had been operating at only 76% of thrust. With very little cargo and a modest fuel load, the A380 was primed to leap into the sky. At 0815 and 154kt, the behemoth rotated to wild applause, whoops, and cheers.

Chills went down my spine as the reveille lasted over a minute. Climbing gracefully over Singapore, we indeed were ‘kings of the world’.

The vast wing, designed for an even larger A380, put on a dazzling show with its two sets of triple ailerons vectoring us out over the South China Sea, onward south over Indonesia, to later rejoin land above northwestern Australia.

We noticed, during the climb, a slight glitch in the pressurization system, which caused some minor ear-popping and a lack of air-conditioning. But no other faults were apparent to us for the remainder of the flight. Twenty minutes into the climb, the seatbelt sign was switched off (it wouldn’t come back on until the descent), and to a cacophony of clinking seatbelts being unfastened, the party began.

As we leveled off at our initial cruise of 35,000 ft, the Singapore Girls (and Boys) came through the cabin with generous servings of Charles Heidsieck Champagne, a finer vintage than that normally reserved for even business class.

The convivial atmosphere was evocative of an era that ended in the Seventies. With a male-to-female ratio of 7:3, it felt slightly more like a decorous stag party, with the elegance factor high. Friendships were forged, business cards exchanged, and glasses clinked as people of 35 nationalities immersed themselves in this once-in-a-lifetime shared experience.

The whisper-quietness of the cruise, thanks to those tranquil Trents, only heightened the ambiance.

Onboard were four pilots, 31 flight attendants, and 455 passengers. Of the latter, the youngest was ten months old, the oldest a 91-year-old man in Suites flying with six family members and his male nurse.

The passenger manifest revealed that 28% were Australians, 14% were Singaporeans, 11% were Britons, and 8% were from the USA. Surprisingly, there were very few French and Germans. The couple in front of us, 50% of the representation from Germany, were the constant focus of two of that country’s TV news crews.

As the drinks and canapé service continued, Oscar and I marveled at how the cabin attendants repeatedly performed excellent service with smiles and bonhomie, despite the jammed aisles. They were obviously proud to have been selected to operate the flight and, with a few exceptions, had never previously flown on an A380.

With scant chop on the cruise and feeling like the Jonah of biblical fame, we embarked on our tour of the cavernous airborne ‘whale’.

Our upper deck perch revealed a cabin cross-section that was essentially wider than that of an A340 stacked full-length on a wider cabin than a 747’s. Seat configurations of 2-4-2 upstairs and 3-4-3 on the lower deck yielded the widest economy seat I had ever sat in.

The ultra-slim Weber seats had a footrest and nice recline angle but were a little too firm. With a 34in (86cm) seat pitch, we weren’t complaining, however. There were thoughtful touches: a 10.6in (27cm)- wide ‘KrisWorld’ screen, a vanity mirror in the fold-down tray, a seatback drink holder, a coat rack, and even a small storage compartment for my glasses.

In spite of its magnificence, the most neglected feature onboard this flight was the next-generation Panasonic X2 KrisWorld system. It boasts 100 movies, 80 TV shows, 7,000 CDs, seat-to-seat calling, real-time news and travel information, and an outstanding user interface reminiscent of an Apple Macintosh.

With the floorshow garnering the most attention, most screens were tuned to the Airshow.

Moving forward into the upper deck business cabin, we were awestruck by the dramatic difference in noise and activity between the fun and frivolity in the back and the sedate business class.

The seats here, designed by James Park Associates, are very wide and high, almost like private suites themselves, and their occupants enjoyed complete privacy. The 60 sumptuous, tailored, leather seats—in a world-beating 1-2-1 layout in one, long cabin on the upper deck—are the widest business seats in the sky.

Two people can fit side-by-side in one of these plush airborne lounges. The seats are equipped with a superb 15.4in (39cm)-wide KrisWorld LCD (Liquid Crystal Display) screen into which you can plug a computer or iPod. The cabin felt so empty and businesslike that we almost felt sorry for the passengers.

Dubbed ‘New Business Class’ by SIA, the product was supposed to debut on the A380, but because of delivery delays, it was introduced on the airline’s 777-300ERs. This class, surprisingly, is the location of the only stand-up bar, which you would miss if you blinked. SIA clearly chose to forego the hype of showers, stores, and bars in favor of more space in all classes.

While descending the elegant staircase at the front of the aircraft heading for First, we felt we were in a ship. But when we turned the corner, our impressions changed to that of a private Pullman railroad car.

First class, as such, doesn’t exist on SIA’s A380s; it is called ‘Singapore Suites’. The airline levies a 25% surcharge for its premium cabins, and with good reason. These 12 suites are truly private rooms in a 1-2-1 layout. Designed by a French yacht designer and finished in rich redwood, they are almost 3ft (91.4cm) wide and feature an entirely separate bed that can fold into a double bed in the middle suites.

For those wishing to engage in a tête-à-tête with a visitor, each suite has another seat. An ultra-deluxe touch is the custom-designed duvets, from the House of Givenchy, for the fold-out bed. Indeed, the ‘gilded age’ is alive and well in Singapore Suites.

After leaving this area of decadence, we made our way back to the party in the three lower-deck economy cabins. Heading the ‘A List’ celebs was SIA Chief A380 Captain Robert Ting.

He appeared almost shocked when he was mobbed for photographs and autographs. One woman jokingly asked who was flying the airplane, to which he responded while gesturing at his cell phone, “Which way do you want to go?”.

Ting graciously agreed to sign a copy of an Airways A380 issue (April 2005) and an A380 book. I guarantee that these cherished collectibles will never darken the pages of eBay. Finally, all the hero worship almost became too much for this apparently modest man as he departed economy class and, emulating Arnold Schwarzenegger, promised, “I’ll be back!”

Other ‘notables’ included Thomas Lee, 55, who had flown on Pan Am’s first Boeing 747 service, and whose company, Monogram Systems, designed the lavatory systems of the A380—which is why he was flushed with success! His wife, Sally, was the first president of the first Southwest Airlines (WN) flight attendant class. They turned heads with a plaque of two first commercial flight certificates: for the 747 and A380.

Lee’s father had surprised him with the 1970 trip, and now he was doing the same for Sally and their daughter Briana. Sylvain Pascaud of LCL Productions—who had spent five years documenting the building of the A380 for Discovery—and his crew were busily filming their final segments.

CNN’s Richard Quest held a simulated auction as he queried the cost passengers had paid for their tickets. Two passengers took orders for their very stylish custom-made ‘A380 First Flight’ T-shirts.

An entire family from Australia traveled together; the two sons had designed custom shirts as well, attracting much envy. An engineer from San Francisco celebrated his anniversary with Happy Birthday sung by the crew and dry ice replacing candles.

A travel agent from Perth, Australia, dazzled us with her stories of flying SIA’s key inaugurals, such as Singapore to New York-Newark (Airways, October 2004). Australian celebrity chef Matt Moran and his Singapore counterpart Sam Leong, who designed the in-flight meals, wore chef’s uniforms and personally ensured the cuisine would be top-notch.

Many wondered aloud how SIA could outdo its already extraordinarily high cabin service levels. We would not be disappointed. So what kind of meal befits an occasion such as this? In Economy, we were offered business-class-quality meals and wine.

I dined on a delicious Drunken Chicken starter, the main course of baked fillet of Chilean bass with fish noodles, followed by Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Oscar chose the cos salad with Greek feta and seared beef tenderloin.

The sommelier’s selection included a Rheingau Riesling Kabinett 2005 from Weinhauss Ress, and an Australian Elderton Barossa Valley Shiraz 2004. Our appetizing meals were served with aplomb by the wonderful cabin staff, who seemed pleased that people were back in their seats, so they could carry out their service.

Throughout the flight, the tap on Singapore’s boundless generosity was never turned off. We were given framed and laminated certificates, signed by CEO Chew and Capt Ting, marking the occasion. The gift bags were bulging with a limited edition A380 model, Mont Blanc pens, and other wonderful mementos.

A little over six hours into the flight, over central New South Wales, Australia, the spoilers deployed, heralding our initial descent. Capt Ting came over the PA with yet another surprise: we would perform a low pass over Sydney Harbour. The cabin erupted into a cacophony of shouts and applause.

Unfortunately, a low cloud cover dictated otherwise, and the fly-past was scrubbed. Even Ting was disappointed. Unusually, the cabin crew began the second snack service during the descent. They would not be deterred from pleasing us even as the crowds again blocking the aisles rendered their jobs difficult.

At 1715, Capt. Ting slowed the airplane to 138kt (less than a 747’s landing speed) and the new Queen of the Skies kissed the runway at Sydney. Once again, there was a volley of applause, and emotion hit a crescendo. Had the seatbelt sign not been illuminated, there would have been a standing ovation.

During the rollout, with thrust reversers deployed (only the two inboard engines are so equipped), we noticed the airport had ground to a halt, with cheering crowds of spectators and TV news cameras on the ground and aloft in helicopters.

We blocked in the gate one minute early at 1724, 7 hours and 6 minutes after leaving Singapore. But no one really wanted to disembark. This was fortunate, as it took the Sydney ground staff a few minutes to position the new A380-compatible airbridges. Oscar and I were the last off after a special cockpit visit, courtesy of Capt. Ting.

All of us were greeted by a clamoring media contingent, and were handed copies of The Sydney Morning Herald with a front page headline blaring: ‘Jumbo Lands In Sydney!’ We all became instant celebrities, if only for a moment.

The moment of truth arrived for A380 first-flighterswhen it came time to collect our baggage. I am sureextra staff had been rostered, because everyone hadtheir luggage within 30 minutes, with most receivingit earlier. Heaving our bags of Singapore swag towardthe terminal exit, we were serenaded by yet anotherquartet—this time in baggage claim.

When we reached our hotel, we saw coverage of "our" A380’s landing and arrival splashed across the world’s TV networks, the extent of which surprised even us. At the end of this remarkable and memorable day, Timothy Spahr, president of Spahr Aviation Advisors, invited everyone to a great A380 ‘after party’ where he used a hacksaw to decapitate a scale model of the dethroned queen, a Boeing 747.

We had gone from the sublime to the surreal, that much is certain.

Sitting on an A340-500 18-hour flight to Newark from Singapore, reminiscing about one magical moment after another, it occurred to me why this was such a beautiful, profound occasion.

In an era of a litany of bad news, worries for the future, and turmoil, it was truly uplifting to see what mankind could accomplish. I was too young to watch a man walk on the Moon for the first time, but I imagine that, on a certain level, this was what it was like when people came together to celebrate a truly historic occasion, one unlikely to be repeated in my lifetime, if only for a day.

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