Cardiff Central Bus Station
Cardiff Central bus station is located directly opposite the front of the railway station. It is the central point for all local and national bus services in Cardiff. It contains six covered ranks on the north side for most Cardiff Bus services and other services such as EST buses. Long-distance services to the valleys and coach services such as TrawsCambria and National Express depart from rank A at the north end. Stops either side of Wood Street, which runs alongside the main terminal, are used mainly for departures to Barry, Penarth, Cardiff Bay, Caerau, Ely and Tremorfa.
There is also a bus stop on the south side of the station, referred to as "rear of the station" by station staff. On National Rail departure boards this is sometimes referred to as Cardiff Central Bus Stn CCB. The stop is used by Rail Replacement buses and Cardiff Bus BayCar service.
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