Being on one reminds me of the “Glory Days” of flying. A time when being on one meant you were going to some distant exotic place and going there in style.
I have not been fortunate to fly on the Airbus A380 but I have heard from others that it is nothing special in the air. For sure, its looks cannot compare to the sleek distinctive design of a 747-400.
The A380 engineers should have been beaten with an ugly stick and sent back to school.
For the romance of flying, give me a propeller driven airplane any day. Preferably one with an engine that drips oil, smokes and maybe has to be hand cranked to be started. Even better if the pilots and passengers have to wear leather helmets and goggles.
The characteristic hum of those engines put me to sleep every time.
For the fun of flying, don't pass up a chance to see the world upside down in an RV-6.