Croatia --> Bosnia & Herzogovina

In our pre-departure MSN conversations I had mentioned to Linds that Dubrovnik is practically within spitting distance of Bosnia & Herzogovina and Montenegro - sensing the possibility of acquiring one or two more stamps in the passport and one or two more pins in the map. So after a bit of shopping around, a Croat called Branco dropped off our hire car before breakfast and doodled on the map of Croatia he gave us, as to the general direction that we would need to go in, in order to reach our chosen destinations. The map unhelpfully had no detail on the other side of the borders - another example of Croats not wanting to being seen to promote something that's not theirs, which I guess is understandable, but a little frustrating when we only had guide-books and maps for Croatia... Fast-forward a couple of hours and we were crossing our first road-border of the trip. A slow queue of single-lane traffic edged its way from Croatia into no-man's-land and then from no-man's-land into Bosnia with the Croatian border guards stamping us out, at our request - satisfied with our explanation of it being for souvenir purposes. We were heading for Mostar and its famous bridge that was reconstructed and awarded UNESCO World Heritage status, after being completely destroyed in the early 90s. We did the tourist thing and snapped a load of pictures on and of the bridge and watched a local jump into the fast-flowing waters below for the few Euro that his mate had been collecting in the minutes before. We then saw a sign on a shop's display which indicated that it sold stamps - something we had been looking for for a while but the woman was very reluctant to sell us more than two, because we hadn't bought post-cards there! Another 'random' moment to add to the collection! We found a gorgeous little terrace away from the hoardes and sampled some Bosnian fare - basically grilled meat and flat bread with some home-made lemonade, while looking back onto the bridge in the distance. Sod's Law dictated the start of the rain, just as we'd said how lucky we had been with the weather as we were walking back in the direction of our little clio, parked up on the other side of the bridge that divides the two ethnic regions of the city. It was pretty miserable for most of the drive back to Dubrovnik, but we rewarded ourselves with a couple of cold beers when we arrived!