Liberty Island, May 2007. I’d been planning a trip to New York for years. Letting my OCD tendencies run amok, my girlfriend and I put in a crazy amount of research, poring over maps of Manhattan, endlessly comparing hotels, tracking down famous movie sites and reading ourselves into a TripAdvisor frenzy. Happily all the planning was worth it! The best decision we made was to buy The New York Pass, a pocket-sized booklet that gave discounts on all the top attractions. Crucially, it also allowed us to skip the queues and get on with the business of seeing the city. And so getting the boat over to Liberty Island proved to be a breeze! Just one flash of the pass and we were on our way, quickly leaving the chaotic crowd-infested Battery Park behind us.