Once upon a time, I had a crazy dream: to go out into the desert, procure, convert, and live in a retired Boeing 747.
Yup. That’s right. a 747.
Think about it: 1,800+ square feet of living-space under air. The vast cargo hold becomes a huge basement. The upper deck becomes one sweet den. Up to six bedrooms. And since the thing was designed to ply the friendly skies at 40,000 feet at .85 Mach for hundreds of thousands of miles, virtually indestructible (not to mention termite-proof).
Complemnts of Greenacres comes a link that makes me want to cry:
This is a retired Boeing 747 hat some folks in Sweden have turned into a hotel. An honest-to-goodness hotel.
Doesn’t seem like such a crazy dream now, does it?