West Rail Line

West Rail Line

The West Rail Line (Chinese: 西鐵綫) is one of the MTR lines in Hong Kong, indicated by the colour deep red purple. It was formerly known as the KCR West Rail (九廣西鐵). It starts at Hung Hom Station in Yau Tsim Mong District and ends at Tuen Mun Station in Tuen Mun. Only four of its stations, East Tsim Sha Tsui Station, Austin Station, Mei Foo Station and Tsuen Wan West Station were built underground, with the others above ground.

Currently the West Rail Line only provides a local service, and resembles a metro more than a commuter railway. However the line was built to commuter railway standard, in the expectation that it would accommodate other trains in the future.

The railway line was originally built by the Kowloon-Canton Railway Corporation (KCRC) and was operated as part of that operator's three line network prior to its merger with the MTR Corporation (MTRC). Operation was taken over by the MTRC on 2 December 2007, after the merger took effect. The line is still owned by the KCRC, although it is now leased to the MTRC.

Read more about West Rail Line:  History, Route Description, Fare System, Stations, Major Incidents, Future Development

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