Pleasant but where's the originality?

Taking always enjoy reading the stories of walking to St. Jacques, I expected it with some impatience.
At the positives: a nice pen so pleasant to read, humor (especially a scene in a room memorable pilgrims) and a critical look at the big machine of the pilgrimage.
But the story is not original, and certainly does not have the liveliness of Forth road! (Alix of St. Andrew) nor depth books JC Bourlès who have written on their pilgrimages.
Moreover, Rufin likes to remind his readers that he took no notes during the trip, relying on his memory alone and ever, oh ever, he had no intention of publishing anything either on its journey ... I do not know you, but I have trouble believing it.