Flat off road, very slow we have been, he thinks he wanted to avoid a pothole and fell, without any speed. They took him with a helicopter to the hospital, we have been 120km from Targu Mures deep in the country side. I was standing there with two loaded bikes in the middle of nowhere ;) late afternoon.
Started to ask farmers if they could take me to the next village, most looked surprised, one guy with two bikes .... after talking and talking I got a lift, the two bikes and me on a hay wagon, I was invited to stay with the family, the next day I left the bikes there in a stable and took a train and taxi to the hospital.
Entering the hospital I noticed that I had forgot my phone in the taxi! Problem: I could not call my phone since when in holidays I have a forward to my office. I took a taxi back to the train station (50km) and started to ask taxi drivers for the guy who drove me to the hospital, nobody knew anything, but I did not stop asking, after 1h investigating taxi
drivers one newly arrived driver knew that a friend of his drove me to the hospital, we drove to his house and he was happy to see me again, me too! I had my phone back.
At first the hospital was a shock, but soon we found out that social unity in that room was fantastic, visiting families brought food what was shared in-between all people in the room. Everybody was very very helpful these days!
The intervention was very well made (doctors home in Netherlands told him), two long screws they put in. But they also told him that at his age (50) most probably the femur will no heal well and that maybe later he would need a prothesis.