Sure man. So think of a prison camp as a trustee camp. There was no fences, only 1 guard on duty and their office wasn't in either of the 2 dorms. It's small, only 150~ people there when I left. We worked around the compound (there was a medium and maximum security prison there too). The campers did everything for the compound. Lawn care, maintenance, warehouse work, recycling, cleaning. My typical day was go to work from 7-10. Lunch at 11, nap from 12-1, dinner at 3, count at 4, I'd walk in the evening for an hour and listen to the radio. Count again at 9 and then lights out which is when I went to bed.
I had a makeshift workout set at work with a pipe rack , a pipe, and cinder blocks of various sizes. Couldn't do much other than some basic compound exercises but it kept my joints in shape and prevented my muscles from completely atrophying. I read a lot too. About 300 books in the 51 months. The day to day aspect wasn't that terrible. It's the cumulative effect of it all that takes it's toll. The world just kinda passed you by. People move on with their lives.