Distances and Important Cities
The following table shows the distances traversed by National Route 9 in each different province, and important cities that it passes by (or near).
| Province | From | To | Length | Passes by |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Buenos Aires | km 12 | km 237 | 225 km | Campana, Zárate, San Nicolás de los Arroyos |
| Santa Fe | km 237 | km 419 | 182 km | Villa Constitución, Rosario, Cañada de Gómez |
| Córdoba | km 419 | km 910 | 491 km | Bell Ville, Villa María, Córdoba |
| Santiago del Estero | km 910 | km 1223 | 313 km | Santiago del Estero, Termas de Río Hondo |
| Tucumán | km 1223 | km 1371 | 148 km | San Miguel de Tucumán |
| Salta | km 1371 | km 1648 | 277 km | Rosario de la Frontera, General Güemes, Salta |
| Jujuy | km 1648 | km 1979 | 318 km | San Salvador de Jujuy, Humahuaca, La Quiaca |
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