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The shore fills up in season and the hills start one turn inland. Nearly every car here shifts itself.
Same as pickup
In plenty of places the automatic is the upgrade you pay extra for. Here it is simply what the suppliers keep. Of the first hundred cars listed for the city, all but one drives itself through the gears, and the day rates do not split into a manual tier and an automatic tier.
Batumi is a narrow city. The sea is on one side, the hills are on the other, and almost everything a visitor drives happens in the strip between the two. These are the moments where the gearbox stops being a detail on a listing.
The seafront is where the whole city converges when the weather turns. Movement along it comes in short bursts: roll forward, stop, roll forward again. That is the rhythm you will spend most of your driving hours in, and it is the one that makes a clutch leg ache.
Step back from the water and the usable grid thins out fast. Through traffic funnels onto a small set of parallel routes, so a queue on one of them is felt on all of them. You are rarely choosing between a fast road and a slow road here. You are choosing which slow road.
Leave the shore and the road starts gaining height almost at once. An uphill junction with somebody waiting behind you is the standard local hill start, and two pedals turn it into a non event.
Most people take the keys on the day they land, tired, in a car they have never sat in. Having fewer controls to learn at that exact moment is worth more than it sounds on paper.
Side streets here are rarely flat. Backing into a space that tilts is a clutch exercise in a manual and a throttle exercise in an automatic, and the second is far easier to judge in an unfamiliar car.
Roughly six in every ten cars on the board arrive with delivery built into the price, so the usual handover happens at the airport door or outside the building you are staying in. You sit down, set the mirrors, and that is the counter queue avoided.
The shore run is the first thing nearly everybody drives, and it is stop and start the whole way. In an automatic the leg is uneventful: you steer, you brake, and the car sorts out the rest of it while the queue breathes in and out.
One junction off the coast and the gradient begins. Hold the brake, let the creep take the weight of the car, then move your foot across to the throttle. There is no bite point to hunt for and nothing rolls backwards while you hunt for it.
The descent is the part visitors forget to plan. Drop the selector into its low or manual setting at the top of the hill instead of riding the brakes the whole way, and the car will hold a steady speed down the slope by itself.
The supplier that delivered the car normally comes and takes it away again. Leave the fuel as the listing asks, keep the photographs you took at the kerb, and the booking closes where it started rather than at a desk.
Batumi in high summer is not the same place it is in spring. The strip along the water fills, parked cars eat into the usable width of several streets, and a drive that feels effortless in May turns into a run of short hops with a stop at the end of each one. None of that is dangerous. It is simply tiring in a car that asks you to work a clutch for every single hop.
The practical answer is to stop treating the car as city transport in the middle of the day. Park it once, walk the shore, and take it out when you are leaving the busy strip: up into the hills, south towards the border, north towards the beach towns. An automatic fits that pattern because the hard part of the day is the slow congested leg rather than the open road, and the slow leg is exactly the one it takes the work out of.
Body size matters more than badge here. The board leans on Toyota, Jeep and Subaru, and the models that repeat are the Prius, the Forester, the Crosstrek and the Renegade. Any of them will take the gradient inland without complaint. What separates them is how much room they occupy in a street that has lost a lane to parked cars, so match the shape of the car to where you expect to spend your days.
An automatic takes a good deal of the strangeness out of an unfamiliar car. It does not take all of it. The selector layout, the parking brake and the low gear setting are different on a Prius and on a Renegade, and the side of the road is a poor place to find that out.
Delivery handovers are quick by design, and the person bringing the car is usually already due somewhere else. Ask for the time it takes to sit in the driver seat and work down the list beside this text before anything is signed.
Roughly five hundred cars are listed for Batumi, and in the hundred we sampled exactly one of them had a clutch. Set your dates and the grid narrows to the rest on its own.