The Exhibition railway line is a special-purpose railway line in Brisbane, the state capital of Queensland, Australia. It conveys QR Citytrain passengers during the Royal Queensland Show (locally known as "the Ekka") in August and rare other special events held in the showgrounds. It is informally known as the Ekka Loop.
Goods trains also use the Exhibition line to access the Normanby marshalling yard and to travel across Brisbane while avoiding city stations and congestion between Bowen Hills and Roma Street stations. QR Traveltrain long-distance passenger services similarly use the Exhibition line to arrive at and depart from Roma Street station. Empty Citytrain and Traveltrain sets also use the line to access the Normanby train washing facility and the Mayne locomotive and electric depot.
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