Line Guide and Services
Services stop at city stations (Roma Street, Central and Fortitude Valley) before the loop leaves the main line in the middle of platform 4 of Bowen Hills, and therefore can not stop here for passengers. The service runs in both directions.
Passengers for/from the Airport, Doomben, Caboolture, Ferny Grove, Nambour and Gympie North and Shorncliffe lines change at Central or Fortitude Valley) and Beenleigh, Cleveland, Gold Coast, Ipswich and Rosewood, lines at Roma Street.
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